Grown from a tiny seed
into an imposing tower,
Man twists the wood…
chipped bark into death,
life on a cross
blood on the leaves.
Grown from a tiny seed
into an imposing tower,
Man twists the wood…
chipped bark into death,
life on a cross
blood on the leaves.
Thiss is a great post
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Thanks so much!
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