by Carol Cook Moore
Where are you, Lord? Where are you?
We watch the tomb and wait.
We wait at the decisions where we have lost our way.
We wait at the words we have said and failed to say.
We wait, unwilling to hope and unwilling to doubt.
And while we wait we garnish the tomb of our faith
with bunnies and baskets and eggs.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Break through our fear that Easter is a hoax.
Come, and call us by name.
Carry us into the watery death of baptism,
and lift us up into the joy of resurrection.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Even now, rise up — even now. Amen.
Permission is granted for use in corporate setting. Copyright © 2012 The Upper Room. Used with permission.
Carol Cook Moore is an ordained Elder in the United Methodist Church and a member of the Oklahoma Annual Conference. She is currently working on a collection of writings on the topic of encountering grace in the midst of grief. In addition to teaching courses in worship, preaching, and designing worship, Carol enjoys gardening, beaching, and preparing family feasts.
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