Where is Thy face

 

Where is Thy face,

Where’s thy pavilion?

Here below

We are one to a million.

How did I miss that

To gain exaltation

One is awarded

A marred reputation?

Pick up your rock,

He will draw in the sand.

These are the things

You don’t understand.

Pick up your rock,

Sharp as your stares.

These are the wheat

And these are the tares...

Follow the Lord

To the top of Moriah.

Come as a friend

And return as pariah.

This is the art

We have learned to perfection

Donning acceptance

And branding rejection.

Cowardice shuns

All introspection.

Freedom of thought

Is worse than infection!

Take me away

To a place of Your brilliance!

You are the One

And we are the millions...