For Good Friday, here’s a short song I wrote a while back. Recently, I’ve been experimenting with the chords…seems like an appropriate time to share it.

Oh, How the Wood of the Cross

Oh, how the wood of the cross,
Splintered and jagged,
Tearing the flesh of a Savior—
Oh, how the wood of the cross,
Dead and hardened,
Soaked in the blood of a Savior—
Looks like my heart.

O savage cross, your design for a sinner
Reels with the pain and the horror of love!
Well might the sky and the sunlight grow dimmer
Where I was lifted above!