He grew the tree by Barbara Mandrell
He molded and built
A small lonely hill
That he knew
would be called
Calvary
Then he made a seed
That would grow to be
Thorns that would make his son bleed
Then he made a green stem
Gave it leaves
And then gave it sunshine,
and Rain,
and sheltered it with moss
He grew the tree
He knew would be
Used to make the old rugged cross
Nothing took his life
With love he gave it
He was crucified
On a tree that he created
With great love for man
God stayed with his plan
He grew the tree
So that we might go free
With tears in his eyes
God looked down through time
Saw him spat upon, rejected,
and he mourned
Oh but still he grew the tree
He knew would be
Used to make the old rugged cross
Nothing took his life
With love he gave it
He was crucified
On a tree that ha created
With great love for man
God stayed with his plan
He grew the tree
So that we might go free
He grew the tree
He knew would be
Used to make the old rugged cross














