The Seed by C McGinnis

God planted a seed a long time ago

for a strong oak tree he wanted to grow

But only One knew what that tree

in the future, was going to be.

God cared for it, sent rain and sun.

The tree didn't know what it would become.

As the oak grew, so tall,

under it, a boy played with his ball.

Beneath its branches the young man grew.

He got older, as the tree did too.

The man wore a crown upon his head.

"Behold! The King" the people said.

The years went on; time went past.

Someone chopped down the tree, at last.

Then came the day the man was tried.

On my branches the young man died.

I Am the Tree, chosen to serve

as The CROSS for death, undeserved.

When I was planted from a seed

God's Son was born to fill God's need.

On those same branches

where He played and cried,

Man's Lord and Savior was crucified.