Lazarus (Come forth my beloved)
A poem by James Robert Kessler
My pain begins to vanish, my eye’s grow slowly dim,
As my beloved sister’s still sorrow and weep;
I slowly drift off into a darkness,
I slowly drift off into a sleep:
My youth and wealth seem to have betrayed me,
My life’s own breath grows Oh so weak;
I slip off into the darkness,
I slip off into my sleep:
As the darkness now surrounds me,
I hear a voice that calls my name;
Like a light that shines so brightly,
"Lazarus, come forth" this light exclaims:
My burial clothes still embrace me,
As I step towards the bright shining light;
My Lord has come to release me,
From the shackles and chains of my brief dark night:
Yet my true testimony has been shrouded,
By traditions veil upon us shoved;
But my witness is true and faithful,
For I am the disciple whom Jesus loved:
Because of Him Art Ministry c2010
My pain begins to vanish, my eye’s grow slowly dim,
As my beloved sister’s still sorrow and weep;
I slowly drift off into a darkness,
I slowly drift off into a sleep:
My youth and wealth seem to have betrayed me,
My life’s own breath grows Oh so weak;
I slip off into the darkness,
I slip off into my sleep:
As the darkness now surrounds me,
I hear a voice that calls my name;
Like a light that shines so brightly,
"Lazarus, come forth" this light exclaims:
My burial clothes still embrace me,
As I step towards the bright shining light;
My Lord has come to release me,
From the shackles and chains of my brief dark night:
Yet my true testimony has been shrouded,
By traditions veil upon us shoved;
But my witness is true and faithful,
For I am the disciple whom Jesus loved:
Because of Him Art Ministry c2010
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