Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 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

Nailed to the silent cross Of soul-breaking Empire- We stand amid the lost Angels, held back, weeping No presence, comfort, power Displayed before the jeering Now shouted whispers, prayer Of trusting and despair - The Father, stricken, waiting You see and hear from hell and Hell Each tortured empty heart That begs and Yes: this Mercy