Narrator one
I pressed forward to obtain the path
That led unto the tree I saw
Imparting of the Word He hath
But mists arose, I wandered off
And became lost to what I’d had
And what a cost, an unspeakable cost
Narrator two
As mists arose, I caught a rod
And pressed forward clinging to reach
The tree! What fruit!
The love of God!
Freely available to each!
I looked about. I
heard some scoff
Raised up. Just
off. In pride to teach
And what a cost, an unspeakable cost
I fell away, so quick to heed
Narrator three
I too pressed on and caught the rod
I’d not wander or fall away
So determined that I would stay
And heed but words that came from God
I reached the tree, fell down to pray
To partake of that fruit always
What tree! What fruit! What love from God!
Narrator four
Like the others ahead, around
Along a road, It must be safe
But, it was not for many drowned
I with the flow saw what was great
They dressed me up. I laughed, pointing to say
Narrator one
This lofty place where all is well
I was content. How can it be?
That I’m now sad, my heart empty
For, I lost it all…in pride I fell
Narrator two
My soul. I came unto
myself
I soon taught you. (1) We sought God’s help.
Narrator three
The three of you sought out the tree
And that was when you came to me
Narrator four
All I had done. How
my heart tore
I’d laughed at you to mocked and scorn
The Lord is all I now search for
And here I’ll stay. Here at the tree
all
And Here we'll stay. Here at the tree