The shadow of the cross
lying down
lying down
Simply at a loss,
without a sound.

In the shadow I do weep
for secrets that I keep,
that have not hold on me.
In the shadow I grow cold.
In the shadow I grow old.
before my time.

In the shadow of the cross
praying
praying down
knowing not the cost
of thoughts inbound.
And I may wind them tightly
while others take them lightly
or not at all.

For the shadow I do weep
for the fast asleep
secret simplicity,
bound and tied
of rope by mine own hand.
I cannot  understand.

In the shadow of the cross
Being now
Being found
The simple majesty
of joy that is here found.
Simply at a loss
in the shadow of the cross
without a sound.