In the midnight hours

all is still

distractions cease

battles exposed for what they are

comes he to only steal kill and destroy

divide and conquer

inielate even from within

yet my stronghold is greater

we all know who wins

they ask a question

"where is your God?"

eyes view only the battled ground

focused too close to the trees

The greatest armaments is to deceive

an enemy who convinced that he is absent

disarms the appointee.

"Where is God?"

"Where are you in the battle?"

eyes fixed on the slaughtered masses frozen in the fear

who are you to have forgotten who you have right to be?

There is a battle going on, God is left to blame?

Where are you in the choices of the day?

Has your hearts so hardened as to become the prey?

Weapons tossed idle dulled they decay

lust run a rampant to fill up each day

Then...you ask me

"where is your God?"

Ever present watching your own demise.

It is not in Gods absence that the battle is won

Who will stand on the line?

When the arrows fly behind they flush you out of the woods.

There is no hiding place down here.

So rally up the wounded may courage bind the scares

There is a battle at hand

if it were that deserters were shot

perhaps then we would have a strong front

no... we just wine that it is God who is absent...?

"Where is our God?"

Asking the same thing of you

Just where is this heart to be found

With whom do your loyalties serve?

It is the people who have left the field

in hearts hardened by those subversive attacks

little daily choices hearts have turned back

May that answer the question you ask.

This in response to the query of day before.
Gods right here...imagine He is pretty disappointed and saddened too.
Why would you blame him when humanity is so a fault.
Ignorant that this greater epic plays out.
There is a battle going on.
We either choose what side we are on or that choice is made in our apathy.
No fence sitting in this a one, it is the real deal.