High on a hill in an ugly fountain
Sits an ugly tree
In mem'ry of a girl that died
Whose name was Emily.
This tree, I said, is quite ugly
If I may be so bold
But the sentiment behind
Is worth its weight in gold.
In absurdity there is
Beauty through and through
Don't laugh; I challenge you to think:
What if it were you?
Our life is like a grave in a fountain
Our faith is dead; can't even move mountains
But we rest on a fountain of love
That pours fourth life from God above
This tree is a monument, testament to all
That God is who gives life
I still shudder; this gravely marker
Marks both joy and strife
Each branch, cone, twig, and needle
Reminds us of the fall
Of life, and death and how on such
A tree God saved us all.
Examples and friends, the best you can find
He loves her so dear with his heart, soul, and mind
And she thinks he's perfect; one of a kind
And I say that they're doing fine
Grief visits often, and she has known pain
And sometimes from crying he'll have to refrain
I only have hope they'll live through this rain
And be okay again
The pride on his face would bring you to tears
The joy of their baby her face sweetly mirrors
Love, hope, and faith overshadow all fears
And will continue for years
These three stand out as a beacon at night
Shining God's love like a powerful light
All see their lives in peace and in fight
All see them doing what's right
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