The Blind

Why can't they see?

Why can't they feel the very God they believe touch their hearts and shatter it to a million shards.

Why does the pride that cover their eyes crumble under the light of your truthful word.

Why doesn't the voice coming out of the wilderness cause them to fall prostrate before you?

Oh Lord...

I do not understand.

None will. Not in our states of inferiority.

Only in those last days when you make your power known.

When the moon dries up, and every tree fall, then they will listen.

Then they will hear, but it will not be the voice I heard...

Not words of Love but words of destruction towards the wicked.

All those who have looked God in the face and spat will be punished in ways this universe have never known.

True pain and suffering will echo throughout the halls of history.

When the blind will be judged for their transgressions.

And the seeing rewarded for their faithfulness.

Every tongue will praise your name.

 In every crevice of the earth you created there will be a voice.

A choice of complete submission

But that Is not what the most high has asked.

"Lord! Can you not see the cathedrals of beauty we have risen up in your name! The power we have accumulated by proclaiming your word!

But the Lord will turn around staring into their beeing like a light in the darkness.

"Depart from me. Men of iniquity..."



For all will be judged...