EVERSE

Who do you trust and just what is truth.  The political pundits spin their tales to change reality to their selfish aggrandizing benefit.  The powers that be control and manipulate the people with fear and torture.  On the streets there is death and no one dares speak up or say a word; voices have been silenced and hearts have been crushed, we’re just walking aimlessly through life to our deaths.  Where are you going they say?  Where the hell are you going, this world’s about to burn up and burn out.  Well I say I’m going to the tomb to the place where hope has been buried and love lies in death’s captivity.  I’m going to wait and see what comes when the sun rises over the hills and lights up the dark alley streets. 

The poor sit in their dark corners waiting for the sun to shine upon a land scorched by bombs and bullets that rip the sky slicing the heart’s of innocents caught in the crossfire.  The sick lay in bed waiting for the sun to shine through windows dirty from years of neglect and apathy wondering if eyes will ever gaze upon them again.  The tomb is filled with the incense of death as all the world below and above waits to see what will happen while a war rages in Hell for the souls of the ancients. 

My heart bleeds for love as I sit at the tomb of the one who died at the hands of cruel powers that neglect the people while sucking life from the world.  The body of the immortal, the light, the holy one of God lays in the tomb from the wounds of the cross that gives life to our bodies inflicted with sin and death.  I sit at the tomb awaiting with hope and faith for the Lord to raise from death and lead us to Heaven’s glory.