Rob Berretta

Holy Cross Road




They found him dead on the Holy Cross Road

Alone on the plain where alive he’d been towed

By the four told horses of the seven seals

And a King in a truck who lives and still feels


His mother gave birth in a bathroom stall

Then went back out to hide in the school dance hall

Safe lost in her peers she escaped all the blame

And left him to die without even a name


He made himself known, he must have been blessed

They found him a home and sent him out West

He never lost sight of this chance he received

Like an instinct of knowing why he was conceived


Most knew him with love against odds ever slim

But enemies came ‘cause he wasn’t like them

Then he died filled with pain pinned crosslike on a fence

And only his love was his mortal offence


You who lived violently wait impatiently for judgment to decide

You took another down, now you’ve lost your crown to the turning of the tide

You think your time has come and you’re already numb, but there’s a last surprise

Vengeance will not be done, for your victim’s son reverses your demise


The father turns to yours and says, “I give you life

In memory of the one I love who’s gone.”

It’s beyond the right of justice to invert the knife

Says the wisdom of the father and the son


You fear he’ll come again, like the son of men, and sear you in his light

But now you’re already lost by the sharp swords crossed by those too strong to fight


And what of the mother who chose to deprive

Does she stop now to wonder if her son’s still alive?

Would she even have cared, would the father inside

That their son was the reason for choosing a side?


The Lamb and the Shepherd are one and the same

And this one act of love can the kingdom reclaim

The beginning remembers the end’s final seed

As we sign on the line of the earth’s title deed



He’d have killed his son Isaac if demanded as sacrifice

So she drowned her five children to the voices of paradise


Did she know she’d suffer more here as she silenced one by one?

Saviors die to rescue others yet she chose to carry on



They found him dead on the Holy Cross Road

Unburned and unburied but free of his load

Is there quiet in heaven as the prophets have sung

As the false priests are silenced has the ending begun?


Are we losing the light of the sun and the moon

Will the cries of the trumpets sound anytime soon?

Will new songs of love flow to wake the redeemed

As the mad, the possessed and the chosen have dreamed?


Or maybe we’ve written out wrong what we’ve seen

And we’re not ready yet for the strengths to convene

And these aren’t the signs that are written in code,

But they found him dead on the Holy Cross Road


They found him dead on the Holy Cross Road

They found him dead on the Holy Cross Road

They found him dead on the Holy Cross Road

They found him dead on the Holy Cross Road


© 2004 Robert Berretta