the victory

this knotted tree once flowered and green now cut down and cut up then whitled into boards lashed together and raised up high a pillar of anguish a monument of pain but this instrument of death has brought me life and its crimson stains wash white as snow though mourners wail and don black veils i weep with joy for my Christ has conquered the grave a tree delivered me over to hades now a tree has released me from my bondage