There Is No Weeping
Under the Willow tree, there is no weeping On this mountain, there is only leaping Here, the lion eats straw like the ox Here, peace is unmoved like a rock Here, the Cypress grows strong and tall Here, every being knows the God of All Under the two trees, there is no division Growing together, they have one vision Tree of Strife is grafted into the Tree of Life Above the river, down flows their light The King of Kings is seated at its base He pulled the ultimate turnaround, He sent in his Ace! To his right, under the mirror grafted trees Stands his son, the Man-God King! He gave his shining light to make us just as bright We are co-heirs with Christ, A royal priesthood to his delight A sacred treasure in our Father's eye It's by his love that we no longer die It's by his means that freedom now rings Thus, we open our mouths and begin to sing Under the Willow tree, there is no weeping On this holy mountain, there is only singing - Kelsey Heirloom
An older poem of mine that I originally posted elsewhere about Jesus (like most of my poems are).