Oh cross on the hill.
The body you bore today was as heavy as all time past and future.
And even now,
as it is lowered,
and you are left with the gore of saving grace,
the weight remains.

Oh cross on the hill.
You were but an instrument of a plan thought through in minute detail from time immemorial.
You played your role.
You bore your creator.
And because of your faithfulness and obedience to His call,
the hope of mankind became a living light for each of us.

Oh cross on the hill.
We will not forget too soon,
and we know not whose fate took them to you time and again to pay for their own sins.
And perhaps the stains themselves of the blood he left on your brow provided healing of body as it provides of soul.

Oh cross on the hill.
3 days have now passed,
and all who watched have heard of the wonders of this day;
Rejoiced in reunion with those who were dead just yesterday.
Your necessity as part of
The Great Plan
has been filled.
And with your cousin the stone
you may now rest.