Come Forth

This man's name was Lazarus

Two sisters Martha and Mary

Very much loved by Jesus

He knows the sisters are weary

"The one you love, now is ill."

A message He received.

He told the twelve, "Be still"

Two more days He reprieved.

"We cannot return there again."

With much fear His friend spoke.

"Lazarus, asleep he has been."

"Asleep? Is this not a joke?"

Thus they returned to the siblings, 

Beloved brother now dead.

Death of us, and sad tidings, 

Thomas spoke, out of his head.

"This sickness not to bring death...

I'm glad, now you may believe."

And now four days of no breath, 

Martha, open arms did receive. 

"Teacher, You could have prevented."

Her faith greater than the twelve.

"Now where is My beloved?"

"In a tomb, they did shelve."

"I, Resurrection and Life,

Go now, bring to Me, Mary."

Her friends mourning, as in strife, 

They followed Mary quickly.

Sisters and friends in torment, 

Jesus heart now breaking for them. 

Tears down Jesus face, they went, 

All now knew how, He loved him.

Lazarus in a tomb of stone, 

To Jesus, Martha did shout,

"Four days his stench now grown, 

Not time for him to come out."

"Martha, God's glory to come."

Jesus, now raising His eyes.

Prayer heard by all, not by some.

"They now know, I speak no lies."

All Authority, and Power,

Of Lazarus, He did call.

"Come forth now, in this hour!"

He came limbs bound, did not stall.

"Unbind him, and let him go!"

All now seeing what He did.

At this moment they did know, 

Jesus' life is not placid.

Lazarus is who I am, 

My sickness not to bring repose, 

But the glory of the Lamb. 

Power, His words that I rose. 

He knew my fatality

Would bring glory to Him.

Because of His Charity,

My new life isn't a whim. 

Opt for cessation of self. 

No more bondage for my limb.

Bindings laid on the shelf, 

When He loves, He doesn't skim. 

All, we are like Lazarus,

He has looked upon us all.

His summoning does bid us. 

Some have not answered the call.

Why do you choose not to hear, 

Taking comfort in bondage. 

You are not promised a year,

Casualty, our heritage.

Listen, the moment is now.

His beckon not forever.

Its time to take the last bow,

Or in pain you will quiver.

If it is He that does love, 

He will and does give you a choice.

Thus from the grave rise above,

I beg, Please! Answer His voice. 

-daneK