Take It To A Tree

Kristine Cucinotta Murphy

A rage of anger always makes me weak and provokes me
Encouraging others take it to a tree

It doesn’t belong in this house, take it outside
Peace in here shall dwell and abide

My ears can only take so much
Before I find myself just as such

When you take it to a tree
The ugly is taken down through the roots, you can’t see

Straight to the pit of hell to burn up, all gone
Cleansing you of all wrong

Then hug that tree and breathe a praise
The branches that reach up, will raise

All of the good up to God where it belongs
Then you find yourself singing new songs

Explaining this one day
I heard God say

That tree is where my only begotten son died for you
That tree is a reminder to be cleansed in all you think to do

By coming to my son
Your battles are won

What doesn’t belong quickly does flee
So you have my eyes to see clearly

I Am That I Am, God Almighty
Who planted that tree

So, you can be set free
And, return to me

Wow, I said! Holy, Holy, Holy
Thank you God for that tree to remind me

Of your great love and mercy
Forgiveness through the blood of Christ, to you be the glory

Acts 5:30
“The God of our fathers raised up Jesus, whom ye slew and hanged on a tree.”

Ephesians 4:10-12
10 He that descended is the same also that ascended up far above all heavens, that he might fill all things.)

11 And he gave some, apostles; and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, pastors and teachers;

12 For the perfecting of the saints, for the work of the ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ: