Without Hope What Is Faith? Poem by Mark Normand

Justice is sweet until served, then it's bitter.
For those who weep for the day hope was living.
The cold dream remains like a tormenting whisper.
Everywhere silence shouts hope is dead.
Darkest fear inside tempts them to beg.
For mercy now gone like a season.
To where they can't go; for theirs is the kingdom.
Of death, without dying.
Naked shame, without hiding.
Words of hope, filled with crying.
That exclaim much too late.
I believe Lord! I believe!
On their knees as they seek.
Mercy from the King.
Without hope what is faith?
If there is no chance to escape?
The blessed truth that you hated.
Once your glory has faded.
And all of the lies you put your faith in are gone.
Now so weak those who once were so strong.