The Three Are One

What seems coincidence to man,
Has always been His plan.
For He has seen both start and end,
As only the Lord can.
 
The three of them were nestled there,
Awaiting winter’s frost.
The branches upon which they hung
Shaped much like my sin’s cost.
 
All three were there and bound as one
Upon the cold fir bough.
The image, vivid in my mind.
I see it even now.
 
The presence of the Trinity
Reflected on that limb
Which bore the shape of that old cross.
Father, Spirit and Him.
 
It’s not a miracle to find
Pinecones upon a tree.
The blessing comes in knowing that
He set them there for me,
In just that place, at just that time,
Where He knew I would be.
 
John 10:30
I and the Father are one.”
 
John 1
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.