I heard a forest praying
The trees were cold and bare.
What was the forest saying?
Let me repeat its prayer.
Trees make a playground for children
They shade a lover's lane.
Shelter the tired and the weary,
Bringing them hope again.
Man turned the fields and the forest
Into a battlefield grim.
Men took a tree, an innocent tree
And made a cross for Him.
I heard a forest praying.
I heard the heavens weep.
Just as the dawn was breaking,
And night was gone to sleep.