Too many Christs on Too Many Crosses

Too many sets of these crying eyes
Too many times, they asked to be dried
To be accused of a crime, to be tried
Too many times, to be dead,
Buried and crucified

Too many Christs are frowning
Down upon the mind
As lost as sinking ships
Too many Christs on too many crosses

Here comes the Calvary cavalcade!
Christ’s on parade.
Everyone’s a savior in disguise.
Every word’s a prayer for the wise.
Every view is a view from the eyes
That looked down from some cross,
Then up, through the sky,
And then stopped.