That beautiful tree
That bears guilt for me
It cheers my broken heart,
And dries my miserable doubts.
For in that tree rests all my hope.
That tree lifts my head.
When all around me is dreary,
It offers light to my feet
And refuge to my wondering soul.
That tree’s beauty is often overlooked;
For it is stained,
Stained with the glorious blood of
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