Dedicated to my Mother and Aunt Opal
I am alone, yet I am not sad.
I once held the Savior, for that I am glad.
I am but a piece of wood
who held Christ, who gave all He could.
I once belonged to a grand old tree.
Yes, I held Jesus who died so your soul could be free.
He carried me though the evil city.
I held him while few of you took pity.
My job is done. His body is not here.
I wonder . . . did you shed a tear?
I stayed for days upon the hill.
I saw Christ return again. Can you image the thrill?
A piece of wood is all that I am meant to be,
But the Prince of Peace is here for all who have eyes and wish to see.
The question remains deep within my heart--
Would you be willing to take His cross and do your part?
B. J. Cassady Copyright ©2001 B.J. Cassady
BJ.CASSADY@af-group.com
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