Lazarus

Lazarus

Tied up in death clothes
Of custom and fear
Of common opinion
On what to hold dear.
Of panic for larder
And struggle to shine
On carving a platform
For what I call mine.
The cold fear of man
And tomorrow’s forecast
The sad premonition
That good things don’t last.
But Jesus awaits me
Outside this dark tomb
And beckons me forth
From the doubts and the gloom.
It’s life that He offers
And fresh hope instead
And songs of deliverance
From one who was dead.

Yes Sir, Amen!