Gone

You burnt through it with demonic efficiency

You stepped on it like a piece of roadside trash

You ate it like a starving man at the never-ending buffet

You crushed it like a baseball through a single pane of glass

And He sees, and He weeps, at the company you keep

Cozy and comfortable with the world, downright familiar

with the dark and the deep

The Heavenly Host forgotten, abandoned by this lost sheep

The Shepherd who loves me? My soul He still seeks