Four Crosses

    “Four Crosses,” Ensign, June 1978, 29

    Four Crosses

    They say three crosses on the hill

    Stood dark in silhouette

    Between the evenings at the hour

    Our Lord his passion met.

    The saddest tears are spilled unseen;

    Only to God are known.

    Near to his side another soul

    Was crucified, alone.

    There were four crosses on the hill;

    Four borne to Calvary.

    All crosses are not made of wood;

    Mary’s they could not see.