Lazarus: A Testament of Love and Resurrection

In a town called Bethany, sorrow did dwell,
Where Martha and Mary, their hearts ached to tell.
A brother lay lost, in the grip of the night,
Yet love stood approaching, bringing forth light.

“Lord, if You’d come, our brother would live,”
A whisper of hope, as their hearts sought to give.
In tears that fell down, love mingled with pain,
For in every heartache, His compassion remains.

“Your brother will rise,” through grief’s heavy veil,
A promise of solace, love’s endless trail.
“I am the resurrection,” His words softly spoke,
A love that awakens where death’s shadows broke.

With a call that resounded, “Lazarus, come forth!”
From the silence of darkness, to the joy of new birth.
Bound in the linens, he stepped into the day,
A miracle woven in love’s gentle sway.

For love doesn’t falter, even in loss,
It bears the weight, it carries the cross.
In moments of stillness, when hope seems so far,
Love calls us by name, our guiding star.

So let us remember, in trials we face,
The depth of His love, a warm embrace.
For in every sorrow, love’s promise will shine,
In the story of Lazarus, love’s truth divine.