A tree was formed into a cross
Love created it for the lost
The Light of the world hid in the wood
This covenant only God understood
His destiny was written in red
A crimson stream flowed as He bled
Ornaments meshed with bone and flesh
Nestled in the branches a Ghost at best
Dark hearts ignited as He cried
Giving up the Ghost
The Lamb slowly died
His gift set men free
The only Christmas tree is Calvary