There the willow weeps; there the willow cries.
There the willow feels the tears from my eyes.
The willow weeps and looks in pain.
Reminds me of the lamb ’twas slain.
He felt every burden I’ve had.
Yet at me He is not mad.
My pain He was made to feel.
The serpent did bruise His heel.
But by my side He’ll ever stand.
He keeps me steady on shifting sand.
All this is reminded to me,
All this from the willow tree.