Was There Repentance?

God lifted up the skirts of where osama hid
beneath the clods of dirt,
for years the earth hid him
living quietly
in the tomb of his hardened heart

man believes there is no settling

But the Lord remembered,
the thousands of lives dashed to pieces
in the brutality of a perverse soul
his laughing would not go unheeded
while death spewed chunks of black smoke
into blameless skies,
we witnessed the falling bodies

where death collected it’s corpses
lamentation and screaming
the sword at the edge of the streets

“Do you see Lord?”
were the cries on 9/11
“Do you feel the suffering with us?"
The Lamb of God heard gasps
and prayers
then the buildings collapsed
but not in vain
into the arms of Our Lord
yes, osama celebrated then
but evil must give an account
a decade nearly passed
fatherless and motherless
children grew up
adopted by the Most High

Jesus, your heart was patient
and serene,
watching where our nation would go
if we would repent
if grief would bring us to our knees
crush us so,
if we would faint,
and cry out,
prostrate and desperate,

God waited on High for broken hearts to humble themselves

as a nation we should have mourned
with prayer and fasting

a decade went by,

but they did not repent of their iniquities
neither did they give up their false gods
nor did they lay down their idols,

instead they offered their babies to molech
to burn in the perverse flame of their own
lust and greed,

wall street bankers danced on the heads
of the bankrupt
coldly turned whole neighborhoods out
into the streets
licked them clean to the bone,

God waited for men to shelter the homeless
in the fancy lobbys of their churches

children went to bed hungry

a mass exodus of the homeless

while materialism became its own god
a graven idol of mammon

that day the trumpets of the angels could be heard
the serpent could be seen as ruler of this age

The Blood of the Lamb was offered
and the call to eternal life could be felt rising from the ashes
as the panic ensued
the soot of our sin was made visible

On His Throne,
the angels listened intently to rejoice

osama was not the target
all these years
but the hearts of men

they wiped their tears as something dirty
and trusted in themselves once again

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(not my image)