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Upon the bloodied path I trod
Searching for the saving tree
Arms stretched toward the sky
Soaked by sin as the clouds cry

Choosing the wide or narrow way
Many trees along the way
Trees of hate and trees of fear
Saving tree is far from here

Diet of sorrow is what I'm fed
Old man returning, only wanting him dead
Hanging over the fire by a thread
Hope is finding when the Savior bled

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Lyrics by J. Ford
Music by Slamcat

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