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The Wooden Cross

Amy

I found you in the cabinet

Outside of my office

You were in there with prayer cards

and Craftsman tools

I wonder how many patients you met

I wonder how you got there

I’m sure you belonged to a nun

But I don’t know who

I took you home

I’m not much of a cross person

But your simplicity is soothing

I also took the Craftsman screwdriver

It was a really nice one

There you go again

Making me confess

I’m not sure why, other than the name of the song, but when I was composing this poem, and looking at this photo of my wooden cross, I thought of the song Take Me To Church by Hozier. The title is a metaphor, which you can probably glean from the lyrics. This is a great song. The official video is worth a watch, but I’m not posting it here, as it tells a story within itself. I posted below a video that displays the lyrics.

Take Me to Church

Song by Hozier

My lover’s got humor
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She’s the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
“We were born sick”, you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”
The only Heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
A-, Amen, Amen, Amen

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Andrew Hozier Byrne

Take Me to Church lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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32 thoughts on “The Wooden Cross”

      5. Well…I’ve repented. 😂
        I’ve confessed in the open forum here *and* I’ve taken that cross with me on medical tests when I’ve been frightened. (The screwdriver has come in handy as well, though if I would’ve taken that into an MRI with me…much different outcome 😆😊)
        Thanks for finding some laughs in this one. As always, your comments are welcomed and appreciated. 😊

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      6. Your sins are forgiven. 😇 Glad that you didn’t take the screwdriver to the MRI exam because the owner of the clinic would have been pi#%… 🤬. You are so much fun. Thank you for making us laugh when everything around us seems like it’s on fire.

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      7. I am relieved that I am forgiven. 🙏 Not only would the owner of the clinic have been upset, but the magnet would’ve drawn the screwdriver towards it, and I’d be stuck in the machine forever. And I’d have lost my screwdriver that I worked very hard to get. 😅
        I’m glad I can make you laugh. Hopefully nothing is ever on fire on my blog. If it is, it’s because I forgot to turn off the stove. 😊

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      4. That’s what I thought. I didn’t have such a fine tool. although I did inherit my mother’s power tool set, which I really kind of like.

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      9. Yep. And it was one of the last “new” albums he actually purchased. He said most of the time he was so wrapped up in making his own music, that he rarely followed what was going on elsewhere.

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