that beautiful tree
That beautiful tree
That bears guilt for me
It cheers my broken heart,
And dries my miserable doubts.
For in that tree rests all my hope.
That tree lifts my head.
When all around me is dreary,
It offers light to my feet
And refuge to my wondering soul.
That tree’s beauty is often overlooked;
For it is stained,
Stained with the glorious blood of Christ.
That beautiful tree
That bears guilt for me
It will ever be a tower
Strong and full of power
For the weary to cling to
And the sinner to run to.
That beautiful tree
That bears guilt for me
It heals my shame
And binds my wounds.
For in that tree is wonder working power.
That tree held my Savior.
When He chose to love me
It became a beacon
And a sure fortress.
That tree’s beauty is unsurpassed
For it is stained
Stained with the glorious blood of Christ.
That beautiful tree
That bears guilt for me
It will ever be a tower
Strong and full of power
For the weary to cling to
And the sinner to run to.
That beautiful tree
That bears guilt for me
It wins the battle
And defeats all sorrow.
For in that tree is magnificent glory.
That tree retains all authority.
When the nails pierced it’s branches
It became a victor over sin
And a mighty banner.
That tree’s beauty is supreme
For it is stained
Stained with the glorious blood of Christ.
That beautiful tree
That bears guilt for me
It will ever be a tower
Strong and full of power
For the weary to cling to
And the sinner to run to
--Natalie Michelle Francois