Here the soil is barren

Here, nothing grows

But crosses

They know not what they do

You, Your forgiveness

Falls as dew

Nailed upon a wooden frame

Twisted, yet unbroken

Open-mouthed, a silent choir

Understood, unspoken

Never was there heard a sound

Until the heavens opened

Now the tide is turning

To other worldly yearning

Though the sun's eclipse seems final

Surely, He will rise again