Oh God can’t you see from the Altar to the Door
See how Blood spatters and speckles the church’s Dusty Floor!
See the men in taverns tell tots tales of a Holy War.
See mamas move prostrate sneaking prayer in a corridor.
Look , crowds on the streets scream “we cannot take it anymore!”
While your reporters write of a cry that they long to ignore:
Many are the words of martyrs fighting for a sacred score.
see, see, Oh God, drops, drops, drops, of blood like rose petals falling to the floor
Bend to see dear Father God, from the altar to the door.
see there dead, see here dead, from Turkey to France
See on Tuesday an old priest slaughtered in another martyrs dance
Look God, the Knives and guns are outspeaking the bread and wine?
as blood gushes through veins screaming “not my will but thine!!”
Oh God see the spatters and speckles on this church’s holy floor
and drops, drops, drops, drops of blood like petals of roses fall
more and more, more and more from the altar to the door.
Did you not read Oh God the reports on that Tuesday night,
young men in black and the old man in white
both caught sacrificing a body for what they call “right”
Did you see the one in white with host in his hand?
Did you see the one in black with mission and command?
Where were you God when the Bride was stabbed at the altars?
Why do you wonder at our faith which flounders and falters?.
Oh God see the spatters and speckles on your Church’s holy floor
And , drops , drops , drops like petals of roses fall
As martyr after martyr lays down to the Bridegrooms call.
BEHOLD God I hear you are there between the Altar and the Door?
I faintly hear an Alpha, Omega in the distant now and forevermore
Are you Speaking songs for us to sing from throats that are throttled and slit?
Are you prompting Praises pounding with promise for every violent hit?
is that you GOD I hear ! ?ever so sofly like The rose petals of carpet lain?
and from my hearing ,see, the Martyr of Martyrs, the final Lamb that was slain!
Is that your life: drops, drops, drops , your Blood, that settles the Holy score?
That is you , God, prostrate between the altar and the door. . .
drops drops drops of your blood for our sins fill oceans shore to shore
Why has thou forsaken me , I will scream nevermore!!
For there you lay, my Savior, between the altar and the door.
Calling me also to die as I longingly adore.
Adoring You , JESUS, from the altar to the door.
“And I heard a loud voice in heaven, saying, “Now the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God and the authority of his Christ have come, for the accuser of our brothers has been thrown down, who accuses them day and night before our God. And they have conquered him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, for they loved not their lives even unto death.”
Revelation 12:10-11 ESV
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