Where Is My Lord? Poem by Clyde King

They say he's dead, his body stolen
My Lord is dead, impaled on Golgotha.
We know Joseph took his body,
Wrapped him in fine linen
And laid him in his tomb.

Now the body is gone,
Stolen the disciples say.
It is the Day of Preparation,
How can we get his body
Ready for burial?

They say Caiaphas took him
So we could not steal his body
To prove he was resurrected.

They say Pilate stole him
To hang him on the wall
To warn all would be messiahs.

This morning Mary Magdalene,
Joanna, and James' mother Mary
Went to the tomb to anoint him
With perfumed oil, to wrap him in fresh linen.

He was gone.
But two men in flashing white garments
Were there and they said to them: 'Do not look for him here,
He is not with the dead, but with the living.
He has risen on the third day
As he prophesied. Go!
Tell his disciples! "

The disciples would not believe them,
They said it was nonsense.
Who will believe the words
Of women?

Cephas, the one the Lord called Peter,
And the disciple Jesus loved, John,
Have gone to the tomb.
They will find him.
Then we will know.
Then we will know.

June 2006