“He Died Upon the Lonely Tree”
He died upon the lonely tree
forsaken by his God.
And yet his death means all to me
and saves me by his blood.
The world will never know his worth,
the wise will never see,
But those forsaken, broken, bowed,
will recognize that tree.
And know that there God’s love does reign,
and conquers sin and death;
Thwarts hate and evil, comforts pain,
gives hope while there is breath.
The nations grasp at wealth and power,
while wars like tempests toss,
But finally in God’s good hour,
they’ll know him in his cross.
Then wars will cease and weapons fall,
and fear will melt away.
For Christ will be their all in all,
from day to endless day.
Suggested tune: Bangor
© 2001 Richard L. Floyd