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I once was just a little ol' tree
And no one even wanted me Not even for firewood, or Christmas each year Always would my limbs be bare? Please use me God, I wished Even if I could be a tiny boat for fishermen to fish Then one day my wish came true But instead of making me a boat, I was made just for you They made you carry me up a hill And what I saw would make anyone ill For they took three nails, and they hammered you to me What happened on that day, I knew went down in history I can't explain the way this little tree felt But deep down inside, I just knew I would melt Because you see, I was made into the cross you took to Calvary Thank you Jesus for dying for me For taking away my sins, and setting me free
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