Vocals: Susan Edwards. Instrumentation, backup vocals and recording: Sharon Hopkins.

The ancient olive tree

bent as if in grief and pain

Witness to the crimson drops

That fall like heavy rain

These drops from Jesus fall

On the parched and thirsty soil

Near the press where fruit is crushed

For precious healing oil

For my parched and thirsty soul

As with the olive fruit

Our refinement is His goal

Pungent bitterness removed

That men’s hearts may be whole

The sin of all mankind

Burns within His hallowed breast

Blood sweats out through ev’ry pore

That mercy be addressed

In agony, He wrestles…

to vanquish evils reign

The chains of hell, the grief of sin,

To ease man’s wretched pain

Triumphant Son of Man,

Rising up from sacred ground

Willing to be lifted up

Upon the cross and bound

Through Him a tree of life

Glorious for all to see

From this sacred garden spot

Life springs eternally

For my parched and thirsty soul

I need His precious oil

That flows from this sacramental soil

The song “Olive Tree” goes with Susan’s painting “Not My Will But Thine.”

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