Poor tired hollow one
Who hears your lonesome song?
I once walked that way with moonbeams overhead.
To you it may seem odd
Perfection took the beating
The tree held up the torn and broken
Salvation paid the highest cost.
Triumphing over every foe
We are forever changed.
Nothing but the Son can make
freedom flow for every one.
So true. Good one Deb. If that hollow twisted tree were on our place it would be full of flying squirrels.
Creation groans and awaits for when the Lord comes to make all things new.
Now that would be a vision, to capture flying squirrels filling up the hollow hole!
Thanks, Gary. 🙂
This is beautiful Deb.
Thank you, Andrew!