Engrossed in death

My Savior hung

           This wretched life betrayed

‘tis love in festive hearts some say

Is by the hanging tree

I swung

In skin the piercing nails did cling

            With the spear through and through

            To unknown reasons my gladness grew

While up above the branches swing

Then from the cross

They lowered Him

To lie at Satan’s throne

And in my voice

A dying groan

As my life’s stretched

Beneath the limb

To Hades' doom my Savior's free

He rose to Satan’s loss

And Jesus gave to me His cross

As He lifts me from my hanging tree

Selah  

  _{Hanging Tree by Ronhales}                                                                                                                           Hebrews 7:25

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