When your own side shoots arrows...
when your own deceive and lay traps....
when there is no place safe...
what do you do?
There is no safety.
There is no compassion.
There is no hope...
and I'm bleeding past critical
bleeding my lifeblood out onto the floor
and people are walking through it with no respect to the death it represents
that this is someone's life bled out onto the floor
dripping, pouring, seeping into a puddle
staining the shoes of those who walk by through it.
O God of the beaten Jew, where are You today?
Sometimes You care and bind wounds
and other times You let people get stabbed in stairwells and die alone.
How do I have any assurance You'll step in here?
Orphaned, alone, wounded with only male hired hands here to help.
Bleeding with no one to bind wounds.