Epiphany and Vinegar

Why do you not hear my cry?
I plead to you dear master
lead me into this storm’s eye
make me one with this disaster

I pray, I pray to you alone
the sacrifice was made
I bleed, I cry, and I atone
yet still receive no aid
The flames around are growing tall
and heat is rising too
so slow to rise and quick to fall
where now, my God, are you?

In the midst of crimson streams
on my own blood I choke
hear now God, my final screams
“Oh ox, where is thy yoke?”