Faith

The wineskins have burst; the ground covered in red.
The patches sewn into the cloth have all torn away.
God’s justice neutralized by the sacrifice of His Son,
And man’s justice twisted so the victims have to pay.

In this world, the lion surely lies down with the lamb,
After ripping it to shreds just for the desire to kill.
I’m told to be a good faithful one and suffer this pain,
Lay here bleeding and trust it’s God’s sovereign will.

I am only one blade of grass in this vast field of life,
I know much better than to shake my fist at the sky.
With my faith broken, butchered out; my conclusion-
Mistaken were all my beliefs about the Great Divine.