The Wounding Tree

The blood flows free

The blood flows free

Wounds that never heal

For he was bruised for me.

Flowing from eternity

Known by the scars he bore for me.

His blood flows free

From the wounding tree.

By his stripe we are healed

By his spirit we are sealed

Sea of humanity you can be free

Only come unto the wounding tree

There we are Crucified with Christ

Nevertheless we live

For Christ live inside of all

Who receive the gift he gives.

And this is love, that we might see

That love is found on the wounding tree.

Anthony Foster

Oct 1, 2002