Jesus stepped slowly toward the tomb
Treading through the sea of dust that covered the earth with gloom
He heard, “Here lays Lazarus, your friend.
He is gone until time has an end.”
Then the Son of God/Son of man, turned his head and wept
Tears splashed on the dust beneath his feet
As the body of Lazarus laid in death and slept
All around stared at the place where holy tears and cursed dust meet
A moment passed without a word
Then the footsteps of The Master could be heard
At the stone he stood… His face marked by dust and tears
This was the face of The One to calm all fears
The words, “Lazarus come out!” broke the silence.
The man once condemned to return to dust, arose in triumph.
Jesus stood there and lovingly wiped away all the tears
There a curse of gloom was broken for all the future years.
© 1997 Echoes of The Lion’s Roar