“What is truth?” asked Pilate perplexed
As the author of truth stood before him.
Yet when the nails were driven and the scourging complete
and it was all said and done,
could He ever forget the one
who spoke not a word
While the masses mocked and cursed?
Then on the third
God put death in reverse.
Now I can’t help but wonder
Was Pilate astounded
When twelve men once scattered,
Now in boldness proclaimed
Resurrection from the grave?
