When I Look Up
By Michael Bilotta
When I look up and see you crucified to a cross
I hope that our salvation is not a loss.
The Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head,
The birds of the air have nests,
The Son of Man has only one place to lay His sacred head,
And that is on a bloody, stony cross.
For three hours the Son of God
Hangs upon His bloody cross,
The Son of Man looks down
Upon a conquered world,
With His divine purpose,
Smiles down upon a conquered world.