OAKSPROUT!!!
When branched shoots lie on deep roots
Great oaks grow.
Little acorns were great faiths sown.
A coat to cover
Multitudes of many colours.
Cross-heirs is how the Messiah chose.
A host of those he would save
Would have to die
The irony of Calvary
So when he sent that which is sharper than two edged swords,
He loaded unsuspecting calibers.
Cavaliers never to carve a lie
To carve a life in the after-death
Whip devils another tail to tuck
They were the Calvary sent to talk
So make no mistake
When you see a tree and then see the snake
There is still an obedience we can reach and take
If only we would bite from the tree of life
We would never get burnt on a stake.
God directs
We are just his actors
So with one little faith sown
His mighty Oak sprouts.
- ucTRUTH
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Christ a poet 