Barren Beauty

Barren beauty of the trees

Reminds me now of Calvary

Where You bled and died for me

Upon that awful, barren tree

Before this day, I oft would dread

When all the leaves the trees laid bare

I’d long for snow to cover them

And laden white, they’d look so fair

You opened my eyes to see the gift

The bereft trees are to my faith

For reminders are needed every day

Of that Day of Day of grace

So now I’m thankful for the trees

Though plain and stark; their beauty deep

That speaks a better word to me

Of life and death and eternity