The Oldest Wooden Tree

If your feeling tuckered out
Lonely and quite blue
Be apprised of this fact dear one
Jesus wholly loves you

There’s a coat rack in the hall
Strong and oh so empty
Longing to hold your hat
Come one, and come all

Chorus

Hang all of your troubles, on the oldest wooden tree
Take a load off all of your weary bones …
There’s plenty of room upon the oldest wooden tree
Plenty of room on His settee

Hang your hat, breathe in …
Drop your troubles there
The coat rack waits quietly
For all your heavy cares

Close your weary eyes
The whole weight disappears
Upon the oldest wooden tree
Releasing all your fears

Hang all of your troubles, on the oldest wooden tree
Take a load off of all your weary bones …
There’s plenty of room upon the oldest wooden tree
Plenty of room on His settee

Words and Music By
Kelly S Griswold

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