HIDDEN WEDGES
Have you ever seen a tree of perfect shape
Swaying gracefully in the evening breeze?
And watched as bird and squirrel build nests
And dwell through summer and winters freeze
In its mighty branches and act as a refuge to all,
A thing of great beauty for all to behold
In all the seasons, all the long year through,
But sometimes there are hidden tales to be told.
Some fault or weakness, a hidden wedge
That through the years can weaken the strong,
Can fester away in silent pain some sin
That the Savior could wash away the wrong
If we let him. The tree had a wedge that hurt
And it hid away so well, till a mighty wind blew
And it split where a wedge was buried deep.
Life went by, of the pain of the tree no one knew.
Let the Savior heal, wipe out the wedge of sin
That we keep buried, let Him in your heart
He suffered and died for every soul that lived,
Dont let His suffering be wasted , do your part.
M Ann Margetson May 20 1999 ©
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