The Distant Cross

Up, up above
The cross shines from atop the hill
Up, up, above
The cross shines from atop the tower
Up, up above
The cross shines from atop the altar

But down here below,
In the sin-filled mud,
Down here below,
In lust drenched clothes
Down here below,
With greed-rimmed spectacles
We look to the far, distant, cross for hope and grace