Oh I'm going to wake him up!
This Lazarus is sleeping sound.
His sisters called out - come to us,
but I'm just stay'n till morning comes.
They picked up stones to silence me
but oh I'm going to wake him up.
Walk by night, you're sure to fall,
so walk when y'see the light of day.
"If you had come all would be well.
You are the one we've waited for."
So I'm going to wake him up.
Watch for glory when you move the stone.
Oh watch for glory, won't you move that stone!
The dead man came a'walkin' out.
So watch when you see the light of day.
Oh I'm going to wake him up.
If you had been here he would be well
strong friendships forged over the years
everyone gathered to watch
the women meet their friend
at his feet
everyone was thinking the same thing
if he had come when he was called
Lazarus would still be here
laughter instead of this
sorrow and wailing
now he is here
the tomb waits
end in death
as he came
at his feet
of the grave
trying to keep the lid on heresy
when it looks like calling Lazarus from four days gone
panic in all the upper chambers
as the structures slowly but surely begin crumbling
even the rocks and stones will cry out
testifying to life rather than holding death hostage
Shall I compare you to one of the chiefs?
Like Mistawasis who searched for bison
as numbers plummetted without relief
travelling far to search the horizon.
Metaphors fail if we push them too far.
We forget when they are so familiar
like shepherd, like bread, or like morning star.
Searching this prairie land... like a river.
You pulled one of us out from death's reaches
summoning Lazarus back from his sleep
like a river breaking in spring breaches
its banks, boundaries and channels. You weep
with us in chaos, and steadily breathe
our names in the silence, our lives redeem.
shadow and broken
glass as well as the crocus
collage on the banks
glimpse of a black hole
lit by event horizon
ever more hospitable
creator of stars
voice of one calling
make way in the wilderness
pathway from the grave
we would live if you were here
called back into light