Beneath this withered tree –
branches cross the sky
My heart breaks open for even
God cannot protect the Son
from the crimes of humanity.
Beneath this withered tree – branches cross
as my heart breaks open watching
the soul of my son fly
into the sky.
Beneath this withered tree –
hope crosses my broken - open heart
as I feel the shelter of a God that does not control
but bears with us the sorrows of our humanity.
