The constant revolving door of dying
Which strikes each year to beautiful things
Our earthly lives begin relying
On this song of death the earth shall sing
Now, somewhere hidden within our spirits
A secret desires to be revealed
If we only take a moment to hear it
The truth of dying will begin to heal
Upon a tree a life was taken
A life so pure, not a blemish worn
Though upon a tree He was forsaken
Through His dying new life is born
Can you hear it now the truth that was hiding
New life shall come through something dying
Rebecca Winkler 
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