When He Returns

When He Returns
don’t expect soldiers
to lead Him away,
or accusations of blasphemy
to hold any sway

When He returns
don’t expect logic
to argue its case
or reason of science
to stand in His place.

When He returns
don’t look to the law
or governor’s command
to lessen the fall
or stay His Right Hand

When He returns
don’t expect tombs
to get in His way,
or rely upon great stones;
they’ve all rolled away.

When He returns
don’t hope to hide
behind unbelieving
or cling to a certainty that
will be swiftly receding

When He returns
don’t resist with the scourge,
the cross, or the grave;
they’ve already been tried,
and did not delay.

The women sought Him out
Peter ran to His side
John saw and believed
and the Magdalene cried

at Emmaus they heard Him
and opened the door
Thomas, he doubted, ‘til
he could no more.

The guard shook and fainted
the priests lied and paid
but none of them saw Him
in the spot He was laid

Death found its hands empty,
its prize ripped away
and Hell, it's gates broken,
its master afraid.

For despite his convincing
of the “wise” and the weak
from his great victory sprung
his greatest defeat
when He returned.