Another Silent Night
Silent night…after silent night,
This faith I thought I knew,
Where Sundays boast of saints and martyrs,
Now mouths seal shut and hearts turns blue.
When did fear creep in,
Where are the lionhearted,
When will the little children ask again,
Why are martyrs highly-regarded?
If “Nothing is hidden from God,
And everything is naked before his eyes”
When neighbors turn on neighbors,
WHO hears the icy predator’s laugh and despair of victims’ cries?
When calumny precipitates political seasons,
The church slumbers through forgetful nights,
Awakens anemic, afraid, and silent –
Unequipped, unwilling, and running from the fight.
God hears His Bride calling,
He weeps at her neglect,
Calming her to be patient awhile longer,
Assuring her one day; all will genuflect.
When will man return to Caeser,
What he covets and has stolen,
And give to God what he gratefully owes –
When will these Silent Nights be broken?
By Chris Clody