The Wooden Cross

What does the canon of great Western literature and songbook of Americana have in common? As my father would have said, ”Three guesses and the first two don’t count”. It’s the poetry of the Bible and it’s greatest themes… fall and redemption.

The Wooden Cross

A wooden cross upon a hill Just the way that scripture tells As I stood there standing still I tried to turn away

A thorny crown upon his head Just the way that scripture said Someone whispered he was dead I tried to turn away

Then that cross became a tree Spread its branches over me Promising eternity I bowed my head to pray Bowed my head and prayed

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Christ our risen Lord

An empty tomb, dark and cold Just the way that scripture told On that hole a stone was rolled I tried to turn away

Then that tomb became a spring That all the world was bathing in To take away the stain of sin I bowed my head to pray Bowed my head and prayed

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Christ our risen Lord 

A stranger on a dusty road Just the way that scripture told On a night so dark and cold  I tried to turn away

Then that stranger became a friend We lit a fire and he broke bread And in that light I knew him then I bowed my head to pray Bowed my head and prayed

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus Christ our risen Lord