Failures for Gods

No Christ...no cross No pain....no loss No wanton guilt for us to bear No body...no blood No crown...no thorns No bastard son, no chosen one I count the days When the oppressed are released The ending of his reign No Jesus, No Beast No pits of sin to

A world in chaos, a people lost Days of sorrow, days of bedlam No one hears our dying cries Our somber vigils nevermore To lead us blindly into the night Obscure and prophetic, his rise to God many will perish in the wake of this savior As we near ou