Twisted and battered, weathered and worn, aged through the ravage of time,
Broken and tattered, beaten and torn, victim of nature’s own crime,
Stands straight and tall, defeated yet strong, its outside is scuffed not dead,
Inside alive, though things have gone wrong, new life will come back instead.
A small seed once grew up in that place, it flourished and it survived,
It grew tall enough to touch God’s face, will it ever be revived,
The Creator sees its inner part, new life into it breathes,
In spring it returns to show it’s heart, with green, lush succulent leaves.
God sees our insides which once were dead, with the darkness of our sin,
He provides a way to bring us back, to cleanse our souls from within,
He gave His own Son to pay the price, to bring us to new life,
Wholly made new with His sacrifice, no longer burdened with strife.