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HOW MANY SOULS, HAS THE WORLD SLAIN?
"The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved."
[Jeremiah 8:20, The Holy Bible, KJV]
1.
Did we forget about you, beloved Father,
once you breathed your spirit into us?
Did we build ourselves these city cells,
to fortify our flesh, against your curse
on this prison planet, of the condemned?
And did we all, finally turn against you,
like you knew, that we were going to?
When you repented, of having made us, at all,
did you go to your knees, in eternity's night
when we caused you grief, to fuel your wrath?
How many planets were split in half, as the
galaxies turned, in order to shield their light,
as you held your thunder, of anguish within,
least creation was crushed, beneath its might?
2.
Did the holy angels marvel, when you loved
us again, after all we had done? I'm so sorry
Father, for your pain, that I have not known,
that I can not know, being the way that I am.
And Father, I grieve, because I am sorry too,
for the pain of the world, that I have known
and that I can know, being the way that I am.
Amazed by your mercy, in so much as I can be,
without understanding, of your holy grief. Why
would you let your creation, hurt your spirit?
And why would you share your Word, with us,
as you allowed us to fall, so far from your will?
3.
Did they not accept your Son, my beloved Father?
when he healed their bodies, as he told the truth?
Did they betray the one, who was loyal to them?
Did they murder the one, who brought them life?
Oh, as he was pouring his love down upon them,
upon history's gleeful, bloodied, wretched hands
and with glistening eyes, that are not their own,
and who cower and churn, beneath the ground ...
4.
And did they forget about your only Son,
in their parade of victory, along the dust,
that they return to, on their way home?
What of the twice dead? What of them?
What the lost would not give, after death,
to have one day, of their lives, back again,
or even one moment, or just time enough,
to be given, a chance, to cry out to Him.
Oh, as he was pouring his blood down upon them,
upon the dreadful, shrieking, laughter of chaos ...
with glistening eyes, filled by his Father's tears,
for the suffering Son, for justice, redemption ...
Oh, what of them now? ... What of them?
What of them? Whose names are forgotten,
whose lives are erased, for a moment of sin.
How many souls, has the dark world slain?
"How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation; which at the first began to be spoken by the Lord, and was confirmed unto us by them that heard him." [Hebrews 2:3, The Holy Bible, KJV] |
