Classic Poem

A tree is such a sacred thing;
I never knew just why
Until I saw my Savior, Christ,
Stretched on a cross to die;
And heard him lift his pleading voice
In one great, tender cry!

And now I know why poets sing
About a common tree
As if it were a sacred thing
Of God-like destiny.
As if each stalwart oak had roots
That reached to Calvary!

A tree is such a sacred thing;
— I never knew just why
Until I saw my Savior, Christ,
— Stretched on a cross to die;
And heard him lift his pleading voice
— In one great, tender cry!

And now I know why poets sing
— About a common tree
As if it were a sacred thing
— Of God-like destiny.
As if each stalwart oak had roots
— That reached to Calvary!