The Shadowed Cross

What a merciless day,
The day my Saviour died.
What awful things I say,
I condemned when innocence was tried.

What despair across the land,
The land where my Saviour died.
What foolishness, with my head in the sand,
Before the face of God, none can hide.

What fear in the heart of men,
The men who watched as my Saviour died.
What fear could fill them again,
To such a loving Father could guide.

What melancholy before the shadowed cross,
The cross where my Saviour died.
No more the pain of searing loss,
Now in Heaven, risen to life, He does reside.

By Pete Scopes