John 11: 1-41 A poem  - 

 by Judith A Gage

“Lord My Brother has

four days been dead.

The house of Lazarus

listened to all you said.”

“He loved you,

like a brother true.

Mary and I ,

have done so too.”

“If you had come,

He would not have slept.

He would still live,

And we would not have wept!”

“Jesus can you make the sign

That we are waiting for?

Can you open the tomb

And close death’s door?

“We find in You,

The One annointed.

Is this the time

That God appointed?

“You came back,

Thought priests disdain You.

Yet, all around

The people claim you.?

“If you had come,

He would not have slept.

He would still live,

And we would not have wept!”

“ Now do you

Weep with us?

Or do you weep

 for Caiaphas?

“ Lord I know

God answers you.

What ever you ask

God will do,”

Then He said,

“First, believe,

Resurrection and Life,

 Is what I weave.”

“Yes Lord, I believe.

You are the One . . .

The One who

For all has come!”

“ Mary Go quickly!

He asks for you.”

But . . . all the people,

What Shall I do?

Mary knelt

again at His feet,

and Martha’s words

then did repat:

“If you had come,

He would not have slept.

He would still live,

And we would not have wept!”

Jesus asked, “Where is he?”

Those weeping said,

“Lord, here’s the ave,

Come and see.”

Moved to tears,

Jesus prayed

“Biut Lord the smell;

He’s been dead four days!”

“Take away the stone!”

“Lord what is this you do?!

You call his name?

He answers you!”

Lord Jesus,

How can this be?

How from death

Can  you set us free!

“It is God’s Glory

That you see

I am the Resurrection

And the Life said He.