In Paradise where life began a wondrous tree grew tall, that stretched its arms to the tiniest bird, and gave God's gifts to all. And Adam and Eve in the evening shade together sang under the tree. God sang along in their merry song, a song so light and free. But then one day a serpent came and the beautiful garden grew cold. The tiny birds flew far away and songs were no longer told. The tree was cased in fiercsome ice, and cried to God on high: “O God, let me shelter your creatures again, “let them sing in the evening sky.” They looked for a tree when Jesus died and they found it on Bethlehem's hill. “Alleluia, Alleluia,” everything sang as he rose from the dead by God's will. And the Easter tree rejoiced in song, the tiny birds as well. It bore a prize beyond all else, beyond what words could tell. We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you: by the tree of the cross you have saved the world. |
| St Aiden's South Africa The Easter Tree Story |
