Your footsteps thunder across the earth -
How can we not feel it shake?
Are we numb and do not feel Your might?
Are we deaf and cannot hear the rumble of Your armies?
Are we so blind?
Will the rocks cry out,
Their eyes seeing what we do not?
How much more must the earth shake
Before we fall, our knees on the ground in worship?
We need a Healer
To make us to hear,
To make us to feel,
To make us to see.
But do we want healing?
A dark silence is comfortable, like sleep,
Or death.
