The pain of finding my Lord not there
The sorrow of seeing his body hung amidst the fathers night air
To serve so long! To follow, believe, to Trust.
To see his body bloodied and beaten?
to find his grave robbed and barren?
My Lord, I followed! I trusted!
I denied you, three times, as you said.
But was I wrong?
Three days gone deep into the ground.
I find my faith fading
Tis my greatest sin
Seeming so real, so true
Lord, how deeply I loved you!
To view your face, hear your voice for one time more
to be filled with the joy of your love
How I make myself sick
But, you weren’t just a man!
Water into wine, loves and fishes,
Where these figments of man’s mind
Walking, solemnly to the tomb, where I know you still lie
Carrying the last of my praise,
No longer believing you’d raise
Stopped, detoured from my plan
This man in my way- there is no way I’ll let him keep me from reaching you
I know I’ll find you!
This mere man won’t stand in my way.
See how I still love you Lord?
Even when you are no longer here.
The man passed on the path softly calls my name
But I keep going forward
Determined to seek your body
Again he calls,
My mind scoffs. I’ve been with the Lord! I’ve no need for this man!
Yet he calls again and I find myself turning
My eyes open and I see
it is He!
My Lord, My God,
How dare I doubt thee.
– Madison Barrett