YE-J

Ye, the man.
Yea, the changed.
Yeah, he changed?

How despicable, we –
Half-hearing, we judge-fully.

Stay in the dark, slave.
You are only worth the
Lavish debauchery you once sang of:
Which we praised you for,
Which we judged you for,
Which we now shackle you to,
Which we are comfortable with.

Put away your new modesty,
Your new praises, your new allegiance,
Your large, blue love for a new God,
the one True;
For we hate the guilt it casts upon our own eyes,
The reminder of our own hearts’ slavery.  
Stay in the dark, and there
Keep us safe.

How dare He, this God,
How dare he change a god into a man,
Change a slave into a son,
Change a sin into singing,
Turn blood into water.
How dare He.

Some. God.
Who can change a man -
Who came, a Man,
To change man.
To turn all golden gods to dust,
To turn all hearts to Him.