Wednesday Riff: Cross in a Box

We pick up our pencils, go into a booth,
And put our cross in a box.
Quietly, secretly, all on our own,
We put our cross in a box.
Considering the options, weighing the alternatives,
We put our cross in a box.
Shutting out the voices, leaving the world behind,
We put our cross in a box.
Saying, ‘I believe in you, I’m pinning my hopes on you.’
We put our cross in a box.
Looking for change, longing for more,
We put our cross in a box.
The appointed day comes, the hour arrives,
We put our cross in a box.
He put down his glory, came into this world,
And put his cross on a hill.
Publicly, obviously, surrounded by sweating crowds,
He put his cross on a hill.
No other options, the perfect alternative,
He put his cross on a hill.
Refusing to give up and leave the world behind,
He put his cross on a hill.
He said, ‘I believe in you, I totally love you.’
He put his cross on a hill.
The appointed time came, the hour arrived.
And so he put his cross on a hill.

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