The Greatest Tree: A Poem

The Greatest Tree

I was a tree

I grew up tall

Waved in the breeze

Fell in the fall

I wanted a purpose

To do something more

Something to swing

My branches for.

I was a tree

They cut me down with a crash

Bound me up

With a merciless lash

My purpose gone

I had nothing left

No gift to give

Not a single breath.

I was a tree

And they set me up

To hold their thief

To hold their rough

My purpose was dirty

I had nothing left

But to hold unworthy

Sinners abreadth.

But lo!

This man

Is so wise so good

That he is here

To save the world.

“It is finished!”

He called to the deathly night

To laughing crowds

Running from light.

I was a tree

They burned me to ash

As I danced into wind

I smiled and laughed

I served a purpose

I served it well

I held the Christ

As he saved us all.