The Problem Christianity Failed To Address Poem by Iohannes Silvaticus

God was but a silent friend
Who answered sometimes when you called.
Stood by in silent observation
Of your darkest hour
And brought no candlelight
And soft words to console.
They told to me to call out –
When I had no voice,
They told me he was the Truth
But all I heard were lies.
They told me they would pray for me,
When the noose was all prepared.
They told me to listen hard
But all I heard was silence,
And silence meant consent.
When they came a knocking at my door,
God had already left.