The Day before the Resurrection

Do you feel the shock of sorrow?

The Foundation taken,

the walls collapsing ‘round you.

How deep does the shame go,

burrowing far beneath the ground?

I built in a bad place.

The Rock you thought you found

was sand, and now you know.

But which of You is true?

We often feel forsaken—

waiting for tomorrow.

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