From that day forward, the tree's branches
began growing twisted, and small,
its limbs, all bent and weak.
Its blood-stained blossoms tell of the suffering He bore,
as He turned His other cheek.
From that day onward, the sad story has been
repeated many times.
It has touched the hearts of many,
and changed many lives.
There is no way to amend, the heartbreak of His loved ones,
or to repair the damage that was done.
But, the sacrifice of His life was not all in vain,
for, still yet,
We believe in the miracle of the Rising Son.
© 2000 Sandra Lewis Pringle
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