The Searching Heart

I look through the crystal waters Running through the quiet woods Walking along the shores In search of the man from Galilee I asked the wind, where it had driven him I asked the storm, did you strike him I asked the mad man, did you hurt him I asked the centurion, have you killed him None answered, but with a sigh they shunned me I went to the caves, where he spent his nights I went to the temple, where he taught I went to the praetorium, where they judged him I went to the Pharisee, to seek to see him but they said He was the fee for the fees of the deeds of the seeds like the sand of the sea I run after him as they pushed him through the streets His mother and brethren were wallowing in tears With few words, he comforted them I followed with my mind, but now my heart yearns after him The hands of men took him to Golgotha and Finally I found him on the cross And I knew it was for my sake he hanged I left in tears, hearing tearings in the temple I asked the disciple, where they laid him I asked the guards, where they kept him I asked the gardener, if he can show me But the angel asked me, why seek him here Where else, who else, and why ask, I said But the voice that answered was still, small and peaceful Like the voice of the shepherd, when he grazed us He asked me, why I weep and comforted me He said to me; you are free; you are saved; you are mine Then together we worshipped as he disappeared in our eye To where, some asked In your hearts he answered I found the dead Jesus, alive in my heart and he lives forever.