'Lazarus' Is Burning Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

'Lazarus' is burning; he's looking bereft.
But from the ashes, what is left?
Will always be just enough.
'Lazarus' is strong and immensely tough.

Laid waste, he is raised from the carnival dust.
'Lazarus' is burning and nearly concussed.
But has found a way back to the straight path.
Narrowly avoiding an unrewarding bloodbath.

'Lazarus' is burning, but he has a renewed strength.
Like Samson, when his hair grew back beyond shoulder length.
God has helped me; he has opened my eyes.
To my surprise, he has shown me the prize.

He has helped me, and he has shown me.
The error of my ways.
Praise be to God and all his following proteges.
That picked me up and doused my turmoil-living flames.

Praise be to God, my name is Lazarus.
And his son Jesus died on the cross.