Upon This Tree
Upon this Tree
Written by Adam M.
Snow
Look upon this tree,
a Man hung for us to
see.
The blood which
stains this tree,
is the reason we are
free.
The scars and lashes
upon His back,
all for us, He did
not slack.
A precious life He
gave to us,
surrendering all
without a fuss.
Out of love His life
He gave;
this lost lamb, His
blood He save.
By His blood our
sins He lave,
the price His life
in which He gave.
Death has claimed
Him, but claimed Him
no more;
upon that tree our
sins He bore.
Conquering Hell a
battle won,
victory is He, God's
only Son.
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