Poem: Sorrow Tree

Here's a poem I wrote.   It's one of my outlets and I thought I would share it with you.  If God gives you a gift or a passion I think we can pretty much guess we're meant to share it.

He hung there on that sorrow tree

Dying the death of a man most sinful

That we might enter his rest peaceful

And a kingdom of men from sin be free

His enemies surrounded him

Seeking to destroy him at their whim

Not for wicked deeds his hand had done

Died God’s only begotten son

He gave up his life of his own volition

Fulfilling from his father his given mission

On that tree of sorrows he was pinned

For all the redemption of own who sinned

He himself our sins he surely bore

That his children’s salvation he would assure

To set free the helpless captive

The overburdened helpless and restive

Through his death on that tree given peace

That through his death sins curse would cease

Rising again death was at an end

Former foes now made friends

As he for sinners to their God made amends

Only by that sorrow tree

Are the captives made free

See you tomorrow.