The Hanging Tree
01 Dec 2011 1 Comment
Oh come with me come with me- to the hanging tree
See the knots on the side
Come with me come with me- to the hanging tree
And see the tears fall from its eyes
Here it is said- the worst plans of men
Were brought to an unceremonious end
The platform would fall- or the horse would run
And the man with the necklace would curse his gun
Oh come with me- come with me to the hanging tree
To the smallest stage in the world
With no room to spare- no time left to share
This is where He gave us His love
Come with me- come with me to the hanging tree
What is it you see here?
Do you see a place to make a last stand
Or does your heart fill with fear?
This tree is no different than the one without leaves
The rope- no differnt than nails
One stands here in a forest uncleared
The other- at the end of the world
You see a tree with blood stains on the side
The downfall of many a man
But I see the cross upon which He died
To pay for the sins of all men
