• I Cut Down The Tree

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    I cut down the tree,
    on down by the river,
    I cut down the tree
    over the swimming hole.
    I cut down the tree
    after waiting for hours
    for a word of reprieve
    from deep down in my soul.

    Back when, the tree was
    the place that I’d run to,
    a place full of wonder,
    a mysterious hold,
    a keep of my future,
    my fancies and fortunes,
    a sunny sanctuary
    for a heart that beat bold.

    I cut down the tree
    on down by the river,
    the tree where I swung
    when the nightingales sang,
    where my lover had wore me
    in the blossoms of spring.
    and my firstborn did leave me
    in a midsummer’s dream.

    I cut down the tree,
    but for long it was coming.
    I cut down the tree
    when my hopes had grown old.
    I cut down the tree-
    I needed some money,
    and winter was coming,
    a fortnight of cold.

    I cut down the tree
    on down by the river,
    I cut down the tree
    beyond the blackberry knoll,
    I cut down the tree
    with a great deal of crying
    for kindling and forgetting
    and a casket for Joel.

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    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

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