Splintered

I was never supposed to grow among the others

I was planted alone-so Heaven could always see me.

This is the story of the tree...

The one hand-planted by God

To carry the body of Christ

It never bore fruit.

Never gave shade to children.

It was grown for one purpose:

To hold the Savior as He took His final breath.

Told in haunting beauty and Holy Silence,

Splintered gives voice to the wood that

Bore the weight of the world.

It is a story of being chosen.

Of being broken.

Of waiting decades just to be used once...

For everything.

If you've ever wondered if God sees you -

This story was written for you.