The wood of God

He was made of wood
people mocked him, well those who could
His wood would not rot with those who tied a noose, a knot
The flowers kept growing out of his wood
More followers, more gardens stood
those flowers were stronger than the weeds
they did not die they planted seeds
For seeds would multiply and weeds would drown in pesticides
Those weeds knew not of his wood instead they were terrified
Terrified of two slapped together sticks with nails and blood
But they knew that his wood could start a flood
And it did, the waves made out of his blood and the ground made out of his body
The heavens and the earth structured by that wood and his mouth remained jolly
He was the definition of peace, the innocence of the word love
But those weeds hated his guts and his wood was nailed and he was shoved
The flowers continued to plant, as more and more seeds spread
Those nasty sins could no longer control them because their hearts were mended by chrome red
Red as in blood as in dead as in rose
Because that's what he did, he died and he rose.
He shed off that hate and he lit fire to his wood
Why? Because he was thee all knowing and he could
Those flowers who gardened his steps, planted seeds as he walked
They kept on spreading and they could not breath when he talked
His words were true love and his body was bread
They needed his gift of love and nourishment, all because of that thread
That thread of hope that he brought with the word forgiveness
and even today although they don’t believe, those weeds still celebrate his wood, they celebrate
his birth, they celebrate Christmas
hypocrites are found throughout those weeds and those flowers, but the difference is found amongst their beauty
Those weeds remained weeds, in the way and out of mind, but those flowers stood not for themselves, they stood for that tree, his wood and his death duty
He died for the flowers, he died for the weeds, but he rose for his followers and he left for his
deniers
Flowers grew out of his tree, they were all connected like a family
those weeds surrounded the tree, they craved for his love but they craved angrily
Flowers dropped seeds to the weeds begging for them to follow
Some joined but some could not leave apollo
The fake against the real, the war would not end
People died and got hurt but that tree was protection and he remained a friend
He was a friend to all, a father to all and the God of all
Follow and believe, trust and be forgiven
Because that tree won't always be a tree, that wood won't always form the cross, we can't waste time why we are livin'
We are forgiven now, we are loved now, and when that tree turns into a man he will not hold back on his love
His wood will forever be shaped into our hearts so stop the shove
Stop the hate and stop the lies
Break the bones of the earth and become one with God, he is your tie
Your tie to heaven, your tie to forgiveness and your gate way to love