How Could You?

When you look down & see all the apostasy
That gums our wheels & disables our gait
Does our present add poundage to the weight of Your wait?

While we argue & fight, whether by indifference or by might
All the while a world slips by, unnoticed she cries & ever so slowly dies
Is Your longsuffering for those that know & help not, or for those that don't & cannot?

While the voices continually rise up from under Your throne
Thought of as abandoned, forgotten & unknown
Do You tell them it's just a while longer & blind them from our apparent truancy?

I can only imagine the feeling that it took
For tearing flesh from brutal hooks
Swung by the very objects of Your desire

To open eyes with the spittle that saves
While given in return the hatred that craves
It's own way that leads to death, for without the spittle, there's nothing left

So we continue on at our own discretion
Which begs me to ask but 1 question
That burns in my mind, through & through

Knowing that I'm not You
Knowing that the world rejoices that that's very true
Seriously, honestly, truthfully, & earnestly...how could You?