A choice in the center A tree With branches serpent-wrapped; With fruit pleasing to the eye Fruit appearing good for food, But worm-ridden inside. Sin within us A tree With branches bearing shame; With roots deep Roots entangled and strong But unhealthy all the same. A Servant with us A tree With branches nailed to hands; With a trunk stained red A trunk splintering his back But wood dead and dormant as he hung his head. A Savior before us A tree With branches spanning East to West; With leaves reaching heaven Leaves inseparable from sky Until they float back down when the trumpet cries. A Comforter in us A tree With branches grafted; With fruit that is pleasing Fruit of virtue, rich in the nutrient soul Waiting for the harvest and the right season.