Lazarus Poems - Poems about Lazarus

The ending of your salvation Is the ending of your life Like Lazarus he's very poor He wear sack cloth, he's sick He only eat the crumbs under the rich man's table The rich man has all the things in life He is famous, he's powerful, he's respected Death is the equalizer of life Lazarus died, the rich man also died Lazarus died angel...

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Lying in the dark Three days all alone. Seems to me my heart Is cold and hard as stone. Don’t know if you’re coming Or you’re going your own way. Waiting for your gentle word To bring me back into the light of day. Silence all around me Still, I’m not concerned. Soon you will have found me And bid me to return. Everyone is listening To all...

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Love afore stept ...

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4 days wondered and wondered, wondered why for days wandering, left far behind in that desolate place the staff shepherding the long Lazarus queue black sheep woolen hearts woven together like tight poems huddled all together, knitting all the lost together the rod cued hits the ground like a lightening strike lightworlds away lightworlds arrive risen again running with words in...

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He slept Christ wept...

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One day I fell ill and apparently died. My sisters were grieved, one found Jesus and cried, "If only lord you'd been here this day Our brother, your friend would have not passed away!" In empathy and love Jesus tears weren't spared And all could discern just how deeply he cared. After a prayer to his father all heard Jesus...

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His name is Lazarus, the brother To Mary and Martha, the two Who love him more than any other Always sure his light would subdue His heart is filled with a yearning For the peace that only comes to those Who share in a relationship, a burning For the Savior who one day arose Lazarus, too, came back from dying Not defeated by the...

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In Bethany, a truly tragic tale unfurled When Martha and Mary, lost their whole world. For their brother Lazarus, so warmly dear-heart-ed, Fell ill and died, leaving all hope lost and departed. When news arrived of Lazarus' plight, Jesus set forth, swift as the day turns to light. Four days had passed, and the scene was grim, But Jesus bore remarkable faith,...

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Lazarus was dead for only a few days Nothing could wake him it says not even the tears and the weeping even the loud groaning and moaning with his final breath he blew out his candle He was sealed in a tomb like a prisoner in chains sentenced to solitary confinement All seemed lost like a sinking ship Yet a man of miracles the...

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No doubt you have heard of me, but it's doubtful you'd want to be me. Just think. What if you were me? Just consider that You were dead. Just imagine Coming back to life. How would you feel if it was said of you, "By now, he stinks"? How would you feel if you were just preparing to meet Methuselah, Abraham, and Moses, and just like that, you...

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He Called Me Lazarus Miracle Man 2/22/2023 Good morning Lazarus, were his first words voiced. Then immediately with tears, my eyes began welling. Twas one day past Easter, and I sat there unvoiced. Thoughts rushing from my heart, that were compelling. He was referencing the day, God had rescued me. I think back on this time,. when prayer warriors pleaded. Then from the pangs of death, “Miracle Man”...

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Head cold Gets old Night rough Nose stuffed Wake up Ache up Eyes fried Eyes pried Somewhat Glued shut Nose snot A lot Annex Kleenex Rough cough Head off Bad hack Attack Slow scene Feel mean Suspect Day wrecked Not well What smell? Detect Inspect Take heart Jumpstart God’s bean: Caffeine!...

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Scrub away the remnants of emblazoned colours that have mixed down to mud. Settled in pore. Scraped through every crease. Dead finery clings in layers that have fused over years, bringing me closer to a man I don’t know. Brittle skin. Exposed to morning air. I cut myself open and count the secret rings of my idiocy. If I dress this wound that mimics a smile I...

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Phases Two minutes… Red sea parted Israel crossed sea ...

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The New Colossus-2 Not like that loser green chick with the lamp, Our New Colossus has his own gold door, Behind it he tweets out his grand revamp: Abjuring that which made it great before, He seeks to make his country great again. This brazen giant, air-bridged between the ears, His beacon-hair glowing world-wide disdain, Maskless, manipulates his base’s fears. And with hogwash’d conspiracies...

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