WHERE COULD HE HAVE GONE?
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God said: “Be, you are.
I am never far”
We killed Him – such a cost –
We feel forever lost
A city, crowd on crowd
Where He is not allowed
Looking everywhere
Our Teacher is not there
Servant, Father too
Ancient, ever new
Where could He have gone?
Which sidewalk is He on?
Perhaps His patience lost
He left us to our cost
No, He waits somewhere
These masses do not care
RIOTERS
The mobs chose a house of God to damage
They also burned the shops and they threw stones
Became as they had been, the wildly savage
But then they broke the Savior’s bones
As they had done before they nailed
His precious body to the broken wood
Even then as other times they failed
To break the Cross that shook but stood
See, the house of God infuriates
Those who have been broken by the Devil—
Afterward their sickness culminates
In senseless and prolific evil
These rioters the very ones He came
To save although they do not love His name
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