Now and Not Yet - Ruah Bull


 Nailed to the silent cross
Of soul-breaking Empire-
We stand amid the lost

Angels, held back weeping
No presence, comfort, power
Displayed before those jeering

But cries of trust, despair and blessing
And love that is unmaimed
The Father, stricken, waiting

You see and hear from hell and Hell
Each tortured empty heart
That begs and yes: this Mercy

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