Hanging   Tree 

 

 

 

 


Engrossed in death

My Savior hung

           This wretched life betrayed

Ďtis love in festive hearts some say

Is by the hanging tree

I swung

 

In skin the piercing nails did cling

            With the spear through and through

            To unknown reasons my gladness grew

While up above the branches swing

 

Then from the cross

They lowered Him

To lie at Satanís throne

And in my voice

A dying groan

As my lifeís stretched

Beneath the limb

 

To Hades' doom my Savior's free

He rose to Satanís loss

And Jesus gave to me His cross

As He lifts me from my hanging tree

                                                                                         

Selah  

  Hanging Tree by Ronhales                                                                                                                           Hebrews 7:25

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