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Jesus is coming into God’s special town,
His people will cry “His Majesty comes,
There in the garden in deep earnest prayer,
In front of the governor shamefully de-frocked,
They nailed Him and pierced Him and nailed Him up high,
But nothing would keep Him secure in the tomb,
(c) Copyright Keith Todd (2003)
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With creaking strain and crashing noise the timber hit the ground,
And eager willing people rushed to gather all around.
Though young and strong this living tree had reached its final day
And with its vital job to do, they carried it away.
And when they got it back to town, they worked into the dark.
They chopped the leaves and branches off and stripped it of the bark
And then they took it up the hill and stood it up on high
To wait until the light of dawn came flooding ‘cross the sky.
So when the morning light appeared, a carpenter they brought
A man who scared them by the words of love and peace he taught.
They whipped and spat and tortured Him, and put Him in a gown
Then like the saplings hours before, they cruelly chopped Him down.
But in that
forest far away, from where the tree was slain
As thunder crashed and lightening flashed, there came a fall of rain
And lying on the ground below, amidst the pain and strife
A seedling from the fallen tree breathed the breath of life.
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(c) Copyright Simon Cooper