Woman on the Tree


A few cuts and bruises never bothered her much

MaryKay always covers it up

Big price to pay to keep his love

But it’s the only kind she thinks she’s deservin’ of

Jesus died for you

The way you are right now

He took your scars

And gave you a crown

He became

All that you used to be

You can find redemption

In the damaged woman on the tree

Every slur stings like a thousand swords

The demeaning terms and derogatory words

Infest her heart like poisoned burrs

As her mind resounds the voices until they sound like hers

Jesus died for you

The way you are right now

He calls you His

And he removes all doubt

He became

All that you used to be

You can find redemption

In the damaged woman on the tree

He walks away

Stealing my most sacred thing

I lay behind

A dead and empty casing

Jesus died for me

The way I am right now

He took my shell

And brought me back to life somehow

He became

All I don’t have to be

I’ve found my redemption

In the damaged woman on the tree

He became

So I don’t have to be

The damaged woman on the tree

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