The One who shed His blood for all
Is about to break some news upon the world
That nobody will want to hear.

It is the Lord's bombshell
And it is made of human blood
That has been screaming unheard -

Why have they hid it for so long?
Why have they stifled the blood in their own veins
And silenced its agonizing cry?

Is there not one that calls for truth,
Is there not one that calls for justice
In this infected world?

They have shut up the innocent,
Turned a deaf ear to their cry
And lied about their cause.

If truth came out like an angel with flashing sword
There would be weeping in the streets
And there would be prayer in the church.

Doesn't our own humanity constrain us to cry
For blood spilled like water
And mourn the wickedness of this world?

How can anyone call themselves Christian
If they do not care what is happening
To the targeted among them?

If my blood was shed tonight,
Would it speak as loud as any
Slain in the battle of the ages?

Or would it be another number
Spilled on the ground by wickedness
And covered in whitewashed dirt?

Oh God let us hear that wounded cry
Of Your own blood shed through the ages
In the slaughter of Your own!

Oh God let something quench that violence,
And let there be faith found on the earth
When you at last return!

(by Sarah M.)

-- Edited by Sarah M on Thursday 16th of January 2014 06:44:29 AM