The first time two souls went running,
What if nothing had gotten in their way?
If the briars and blood were all the answer
In the garden ruined by rebels that day?
On ground first stained with brother’s blood,
What if no curse was ever spoken?
What if murder was the natural thing,
Sure sign of power, not of true things broken?
Globe fast hurtling through space,
What if nothing held its spin in check?
If not a drop of care or thought
Was given to this blue-green speck?
Hearts wrung, strung along on faith
Constructed on dreams of sinking sand.
What if these were all to hope for,
Our wishful thoughts the only plan?
But God said, “Where are you?”
And rebel hearts must quake,
For none can hide the dark inside,
Or restore to new, or life awake.
Again, the call, “Where are you?”
Still-broken souls rejoice,
For a Judge to call means justice lives,
At least there’s meaning in the void.
But He once cried, “Where are you?”
And that time t’was God who died.
“Oh Father, You’ve forsaken me”
True justice and pure grace collide.
By the tomb she wept, “Where are you?”
By Mary’s side He was alive,
And Thomas, doubting, inwardly echoed,
The question that Mary had cried.
To the clouds Christ soon ascended
And now clouds await His returning shout
To His Bride, “Where are you?”
At last the joy destroying doubt.
Still He repeats “Where are you?”
Till all His sheep are in.
God’s call delivering the sentence,
God’s own answer absolving sin.