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