The Savior


Out of the wood,
The pine and the green.
Out of the grove,
She will come to be.
To save the land,
And set it free.
To make all safe,
And let all creatures be.
She will be challenged,
But she may not die.
She will bleed,
And she will cry.
And of her blood,
And of her tears,
Our Salvation,
Will come near.











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