Where are you?
Not, Where were you?
No one really cares about the past
What matters is this time
With the accuser
Held by a seemingly long chain
Perhaps it’s all our fault, though
Imagining ourselves under your curse
Under the reign of death
Hurling through the vacuum
Of meaninglessness toward infinity
Our fathomless distance from life
If it even cares
All we seem to care about is now
This present, this gift
This already but not yet
Along with paying our mortgage
And our taxes
You became man to warm our innards
To show us what love is
Whatever that means
While we lose our jobs
Lose our sleep
Lose our freedoms of self
Pondering this age of madness
The slave cries out
Where are you?
He doesn’t need hope
That some day you’ll both meet
And you’ll wipe away the tears
He needs you now
He needs to you here now
Not some future day
When the sea gives up its dead
For one hour of the thy faithfulness
Is more than all hours and years
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