I, Lazarus

These blackened walls surround me holding in my own decay

Wrapped up in a shroud of death in this hellhole where I lay-

Powerless to even pray!

Bound tightly by my graveclothes, this fabric of my life that I wove

Knowing nothing- locked from sight, in dreadful darkness no hope for the light!

This was my plight!

At the grave where I was kept the ones who loved me wailed and wept

But the one who loved me most did not forsake me!

He ordered the death seal to be removed and then called me to come out to Him

Though the stench of death did overtake me

Out of the darkness and into the light Of the resurrection and the Life

For when hope was only for those who dream A promise to one day be redeemed

The resurrection and the life wept for me and grieved Calling for me to believe

For He who believes in him will live And though he dies

whoever lives and believes will never die will never die!

2-25-90

Anthony Foster