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