creation science
'Knowing'
A poem by Dallas Farrell
He is dead.
I saw Him on the cross that wretched day.
I saw Him take His final breath;
And so I know
He is dead.
I weep now.
How long shall I weep – I do not know
The Master who brought great Word to us;
But now I know
He is dead.
Where is love?
He was with me and the others
Who longed for the meaning He promised us;
But now I wonder
Is love dead?
Thieves! Thieves came!
He is not there in the cloth and linen.
The stone is rolled away – the guards as if dead.
They took Him! I know,
For He is dead.
I weep again.
How long shall I keep wailing – I do not know
My Master has been stolen away from me;
But I do not know
If the Master is dead.
I weep.
And they ask me why I weep.
Don’t they know they’ve taken Him
And I don’t know
Where He is?
A gardener is here.
Who is he? Did he take my Master?
And he asks me why I weep?
Doesn’t he know
My Master whom I love is dead?
Hasn’t he seen
The brokenness and the pain in my life;
The hope I felt when He was here?
I loved the Master with all my heart.
Doesn’t he know
How much I cherished Him?
Mary!
I hear the voice, and in my head it amplifies.
Rabboni!
He is alive! He is speaking!
How did I not know
He is alive
Salvation!
It is sure and it is true.
The Master is here. He is the Lord.
He has conquered it all
And now I know
He is alive.
Oh my heart!
It races with joy.
The Master is here
I long to cling to Him yet I must withhold.
Oh how I know
I must tell them the good news.
(A poem written from Mary’s perspective)
Dallas Farrell, Australia
Poem© Farrell/creation6000.com