In the midst of the Garden she stood,
Untouched by animal or man;
And made of a most blessed wood,
Fashioned by the Master’s own hand.
Her sister stood beside her,
A tree most famous indeed;
Bearing fruit of forbidden nature,
Once picked, and now unseen.

The Tree knew that her life was set
By an act so long ago,
And now her Master had come again to cut,
To save souls untold.

The Cross was made of wood,
And so a tree also died
When our Lord was crucified.
The Cross was made of wood,
Wood of a grain so divine
That it could bear the Master’s weight.
The Cross was made of wood,
The wood of The Tree of Life.

Gregory S. Neal +
March 1994