He Called Lazarus Poem by Gary James Smith

He Called Lazarus



He Called Lazarus - Author Gary James Smith

He called Lazarus forth from the grave
And raised Him from the dead
That sounds like a Hallelujah moment to me
Can you imagine the rejoicing there
In the light of this miracle
Authenticating the great Physician's sufficiency

Jesus referred to Lazarus's death as sleeping
And His disciples thought just that
They said, Lord, if he sleep, he shall do well
But Jesus spoke of his death
They still thought He'd spoken of rest
But Christ plainly said to them Lazarus is dead pray tell

When Martha heard Jesus was coming
She went out and met Him
But Mary stayed still at her home
Then Martha said unto Him
If You had been here my brother had not died
Then Jesus shared that He was the Resurrection

Martha then swiftly went to call Mary
The Master is come she said
And He calleth for thee
As soon as Mary heard
She arose right quickly
And came unto the man of Galilee

So off they went to Bethany
Where Lazarus now lay
Four days deceased and lying in the cave
And Jesus prayed unto His Father
Thanking Him that He had heard
And then called forth Lazarus from the grave

There was no hesitation with Lazarus
He came forth bound hand and foot
With graveclothes and his face covered with a napkin
Jesus gave the command
Loose him, and let him go
Imagine the Hallelujah's and the hand clapping

This definitely created an atmosphere
Upbeat I might add
And many that came with Mary...they believed!
But there were still some therethat believed not
In spite of a (in front in their eyes miracle)
And went and told the Pharisees because they were displeased

I've been most blessed by Martha
In this Resurrection story
For she believed that Lazarus would rise again
Especially when she heard Jesus say it
That definitely fortified her faith
And off she went to fetch Mary with a hearty inward amen!

There's joy in the house my friends
When Jesus comes to town
Imagine...the Resurrection and the life
Them that know Him personally
For sure will hear His voice
When we leave this sin filled world and all its strife

I know my own hallelujah
Began at my conversion
That day I repented of my sin
I called upon the Lord Jesus Christ
And turned to God unashamedly
Never a regretful moment since I've put my trust in Him!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright April4202011: 03 AM

Gary James Smith.

Saturday, April 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leeann Azzopardi 04 April 2020

Great poem Gary! Especially when Easter is around corner Be safe

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Kumarmani Mahakul 04 April 2020

This definitely created an atmosphere. An amazing and brilliant poem is excellently penned.

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Gary James Smith

Gary James Smith

Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario
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