The Tree

What does it mean this wood
So stained with blood;
This tree without a root
That bears such fruit;

This tree without a leaf
So leaved with grief?
What does its height proclaim
Whose height is shame;

Its piteous arms outspread
Where death lies dead;
And in the midst a heart
Cleft wide apart?

Though blind, I cannot miss
The meaning this;
My sin’s stupendous price—
His sacrifice!

—Author Unknown