Thus it's so hard to see
How that God cared for me
Enough to let His Son feel the pain.
For our omniscient God
Saw the path that He trod,
And the cross that His Son's blood would stain.
Since he numbers each hair,
Sees each bird in the air,
Then he knows when a seed starts to fall.
And one day he could see
As it fell from a tree
What its future would be after all.
He for sure was aware
As it flew threw the air
Knew just where in the earth it would go.
He saw it start to sprout,
Watched the leaves folding out,
And His sunlight and rain made it grow.
As it grew through the years,
Did our God shed some tears
As He looked at that tree on display?
For I know that He knew
As that little tree grew,
That it would become the cross some day.
Did he just look away
As they felled it that day
When He'd watched it become fully grown?
Oh the love that it took
As His own He forsook
Will never by mortals be known.
Yes I know that He knew
As that little tree grew,
That it would become the cross some day.
Written by Mac Wilkey
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