Your Heart Rages

Your blood was poured out,

An eternal,

Final exchange

Death for life

And yet Your heart rages.

Your blood lays unnoticed

Mingling

With the blood guilt of the leaders

Who tell us nothing is wrong,

It’ll be better someday,

And Your heart rages.

The priests tell us to believe,

But no one’s told us why.

They can’t show us Your glory

Their Holy of holies is empty

And Your heart rages.

Their blue-eyed plastic Jesus

Has its hands stretched out,

Empty.

He has nothing to offer

Children that spill their own blood

Just to feel

And Your heart rages.

There are no answers

And questions are disallowed.

They demand blind faith

In blind leaders

Leading us blindly

Towards destruction

And Your heart rages.

How can the people rise up

Why would they turn and seek Your face

When the only picture they’ve been given

Is broken, weak and debased?

Their God looks like them

He looks like you and me.

We’ve got no pictures of a King

The only one who can set free.