Tragic

It is our purpose in life to look for something we cannot see

When we need only to look in the right place

It is our nature to search

But we search in vain when it is what He has already found

It is our place to cry and to grovel in the dust

When He has already offered to heal and to raise us back to life

It is our ambition to wander aimlessly

When in Him we are safely found

He taught us to die to ourselves

As He died with us in mind

But we cannot stop burying Him

And forget that He wants to allow us to rise again with Him

He speaks

Though it is only when we are silent that we can hear