The Song of Lazarus

The Song of Lazarus

He called. I returned.
What else could I do?
Though hard it was, and dark
To put on failing flesh,
I did not think to blame.

He called. I came forth.
What else could I do,
Though hard it was to walk
All swaddled like a babe?
I heard him speak my name.

The crowd shrank away.
What else could they do?
He grew so pale and still.
I thought I heard him say,
“What was it like to die?”

My heart overturned.
What words could I say,
When God within my friend
Should undertake to die
In agony and spurned.

I let him go on.
What else could I do?
But when he lay entombed
My prayers stood at his side.
When he arose, I knew.

I’ll follow him still.
What else can I do?
In life or into death
It matters not to me.
In both he is my Lord.

Barbara Messner