It’s Sabbath, and the LORD is here!
In His presence, there is no fear
He comes with grace and lessons for us here
At His feet we gather, with a listening ear
At Bethany, we sit with Mary… at His feet
While Martha busies herself with some-thing to eat
He opens to us deep mysteries and drops Heavenly meat
For hours, we listened, still glued to our seats
Lord, Lazarus would not have died if you were here
We sent for you while he was sick, but you were not near
For days he struggled with death, and we shook with fear
We thought you would rush here, for he was so dear
Our souls are overburdened with grief
For four days now, we have got no relief
You so disappointed us, when we had in you so much belief
Behold, Your enemies! How they mock us in mischief!
A call came to me: the Lord is here!
I rushed to You and fell at your feet in tears
Lazarus would not have died, if thou were here
“I’m the resurrection & the life”, you said, to banish my fears
At his tomb, your presence vanquished death!
Our grief and tears became mirth
Your enemies were silenced as death
The Lord is here! We will have no dearth!
