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"Sir, we would like to see Jesus."
---John 12:21

"Sir, if you carried him away, tell me where . . ."
---John 20:15

He is not on the front porch of the Temple,
nor is He seated in a gallery.
And we have come so long, so far, to see Him.
Tell us where, oh where, could the Teacher be?

He is not at the high priest's splendid palace,
where they have made a grinning mockery
of justice.  He must have gone onward, elsewhere.
Tell us where, oh where, could the Prophet be?

He is not at the Judgment seat, Gabbatha,
where truth is questioned somewhat doubtingly.
The answer must have shaken Pilate's courage.
Tell us where, oh where, could the Prisoner be?

He is not bleeding at the scourgers' pillar,
half dead from their inflicted injury.
By His stripes are we healed:  so spoke Isaiah.
Tell us where, oh where, could God's Servant be?

He is not being led outside the City
burdened with that cross-piece of agony.
The Spirit urges us to follow out there.
Tell us where, oh where, could the Victim be?

He is not on that bloodstained Roman cross now:
it lays upon the ground on Calvary---
the crown of thorns, the nails, the robe beside it.
Tell us where, oh where, could God's own Lamb be?

He is not in the new tomb in the garden.
The stone was rolled away triumphantly;
the chamber and the cerements abandoned.
Tell us where, oh where, could the Victor be?

He is not now just someone to remember
like some great name in ancient history.
He walks and talks with us; He lives within us;
and within Him, we live eternally.

Starward

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