Poetry

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I was gently sown to earth
By my Master’s loving hands;
Of life-giving waters, there was no dearth
Freely, bountifully, He watered my land.

From scorching sun, He sheltered me
Shaded by His faithful presence;
From howling winds, He let me be
Strong and steady, He was my defense.

Bathed in His mercy, nurtured by love
I spread my branches, far and wide;
Proud shelter for many a dove
From hunter’s weapon, as they flee to hide.

‘Twas a calm and peaceful morn
They came to lay the axe on me;
Oh! Will I, a king’s palace, adorn?
Or, a merchant’s ship, at ocean be?

Nay! Nay! Sorrow filled my heart
As they bade me be a Cross;
To Golgotha, was I to depart
Through hills and valley, together, we pass.

My soul grieved and cried aloud
Oh! Woe unto me, my Master bleeds!
The soldiers around, they jeered and bellowed -
Oh! King of kings! Wherever art thy miracle deeds!

My Master’s hands were nailed to me
Wholly bathed by His precious blood
Oh! Foolish world, shame on thee -
You think, you sent Him to the world of dead?

He whispered softly unto me -
Grieve not, O faithful one;
Together, you and Me, shall be –
A triumphant ladder unto heaven!

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