Splinters

There’s a man upon my back
His blood begins dripping down,
I can feel its warmth, as
His heart beat presses against
Me like the violence of the riot
As they push through the crowd
And to think I held him
There as he died

I am wooden, but I was once alive
What killed me held him there
Until his final breath
Burst forth from his lungs
To save the dying still alive

There was a man upon my back
The whispers say that he’s alive
I can hear them crying out
Through the crowd, through the riot
Through the riot, through the crowd
And to think I heard
Them say he is alive.

© Jeremiah Dowling 2008

*This is a song I wrote of the crucifixion from the perspective of the cross. I’m not sure how the thought to write it got into my head, but I always thought it was an interesting viewpoint to see Christ’s sacrifice from. I wrote it a long time ago, but because it was just Easter I thought it might be good to share today. Please let me know what you think of it.*

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