Love Song
I have seen the Lord
My eyes have not seen the open cave
My hands have not touched the silent smoothness of linen cloths
My ears have not heard the melody of angels
Nor have my fingers dipped into the nail prints of His hands
Still, I have seen
Tears cleansing away the Thomas
Heart clutching tightly the Magdalene...
The boulder is moved, the tomb empty
Alleluia arises in my heart
It cracks the crust of bitterness
It lifts the burden of anxiety
It stills the restless soul
I have heard the Gardener's voice
As He sows the seeds with patient hand
Waters the fields with faith
Singing a love song to the unlovable.
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