The Tree of Wrath-The Wedding Wine (Poem)

He drank full the cup of bitter wine

So I would drink at His table

To make this enemy a friend

To make this Cain an Abel

The blood of royalty spilled not

for one lonely ethnic nation

But for a tribe and tongue of many

Son felt Father’s separation

And when the victory cry rung out

For heav’n and earth to hear

Love won out for the bride alone

Cast to hell was earthly fear

The whole world may scoff and mock

at the foolishness of the tree

But there on that dark hill of wrath

God’s blood was poured for me

Great mystery of Father’s love and hate

All fell on Son of Man that day

Praise! He chose the belly of the beast

To purchase me a wedding feast!


Bryan Daniels

Author: Bryan Daniels

I am a follower of Jesus, a husband to Jessica, and a father of three boys: Josiah, Gideon and Judah. I teach high school math as a job, read reformed theology as a hobby, and write this blog just for kicks. With the rest of my time I coach football and track.

One thought on “The Tree of Wrath-The Wedding Wine (Poem)”

  1. amen and amen…I feel so blessed to see in your writing your love and humble gratitude for God’s love and greatest gift–thinking about your poem made the Easter message Sunday even more meaningful to me—thanks, Son!

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