The tree of life is the wood of the cross-A tree that counts its first fruit as loss
Extends its branches to the skies-And gives us what the world denies.
The cross will be my emblem, the cross will be my sign
The sight of it will move me- I choose to make it mine!
For the way of the cross is a way of pain-Of Suffering, sorrow and shame
It reconciles, restores, redeems-With holiness nailed unto its beams.
The cross will be my marker, my ever present guide
A signpost to humility- so in it I will hide!
Look on the one who became Sin- one who knew no iniquity
Became like the brazen serpent- look to him to be healed and freed!
April 17,1999
Anthony Foster
Copyright 1999 Anthony Foster