Hosea 2:16

My knees are bowed before my idols
and I hear my words uttering their empty hymnals
My lips curling out their words with desperate need
kissing, kneeling, pleading
"I need you to make me"
I cry with solemn desperation
"to feed me, cloth me, unleash my desire"
but they have no ears for which to hear
and so I shake and quiver in fear
for alone I stand before my gods
with no hand which I may hold,
alone and naked,
bare to bone
"Where are you Jay."
I hear the words float along with sweetening reprise
"for you have fallen from my way."
now I raise my head and look
to see the face I have shunned
to see a love that I have snubbed
and there he stand palms held out
Crimson blood pouring out
and then I look back at my gods
and see a face of no regard
so i rise and go to Him
He who stands bleeding
He who stand living and real
my heavenly husband