She awoke to face an emptiness,
She’d never felt before,
As musicians and mourners gathered just outside the door,
The echos in the garden rang out,
“The Master’s on His way”,
But she slumped her head in silence and turned and walked away.
The voices in the crowd revealed,
The Lord was getting near,
As Martha run out to meet Him,
She felt an overwhelming fear,
So fickle seemed the healing hands,
That formed the suffering’s fate,
But she knew for sure those healing hands,
Arrived a little late,
And when He called for her, her tears had scarcely dried,
She said, “Lord if you’d only come, my brother would not have died”.
But He gently asked, “Where is his body kept”. and then He wept.
Lament: Messiah, Messiah
As we started toward the tomb,
Those present began to inquire,
Murmurs through the village,
Were spreading like a fire,
For they’d seen His potent healing power,
As He’d moved from place to place,
But an attempt to raise a dead man,
Would end in such disgrace.
As we reached the tomb, He asked the stone be rolled away,
Martha cried out, “By now Lord the body has decayed”;
He said, “By this you’ll know the power of God displayed”
And with a shout, He cried, “Lazarus come out”.
A still held the crowd like a shadow,
With each eye tightly fixed on the site,
Half wondering what power could command the dead,
Half hoping to cope with the fright,
All at once he appeared in the entrance,
The burial cloths had him bound,
Jesus commanded the garments be loosed,
The remnants of death lay on the ground.
Celebration: He has the power, the power of life.
Herb Williams 7/87