Where is that god who took my sins

Where is that god who took my sins
and left the world without a trace?
The thread of life, does he it spins
through a fleeting hour and eternal space?

Who is that man who hangs on a cross?
Who finds beauty in his disgrace?
There is no triumph in a loss,
having no one to embrace.

Where hides your God, almighty father,
in this tiny universe?
Show no fear! Why would you bother
in front of phantoms so diverse?

Notice how the deity hides
within the scientific gaps.
Is this the place where god abides
to avoid my wise and cunning traps?

Oh, yee gods, where are you now?
Where are your feats and mighty wonders?
How much more will you allow
before I hear your silent thunders?