Upon this tree of life hangs
The curse of all the human race,
Planted by a stream
Upon the dry ground.

The leaf remains
Which has no face,
And never withers.

This is the Wisdom
Clasped to in the Garden,
Sent here by the Father, God,
This little Vine
Tended by the gardener.

Upon this tree of life, saved,
His Word, the First, and last, and only...
Living that we all may grow
Upon His growing Vine.