1
A stone covers the tomb
Shutting the last light out.
Nothing now can exhume
The soul from death’s redoubt.
But then I hear Love’s shout
Resounding through the gloom -
‘O Lazarus, come out!’ -
And rise up from my doom.
2
When he walked on water,
He grasped a rope of light.
Weak of faith, he faltered,
Losing footing and sight.
‘Save me, Lord’, he called out,
And, when raised up to shore,
Resolved never to doubt
Love’s ground in him secure.
3
Did doubt his faith belie,
Did he his Lord deny,
Was his a hopeless cry
To his Father on high?
He was not forsaken
For Mercy heard Love’s plea,
And his shell was broken
To set his Spirit free.
4
‘Noli me tangere!’
He whispered to Mary:
Let the flesh depart
For Love lives in the heart.
‘Touch these my wounds, Thomas!’
Meant for those among us
Lacking the faith to feel
Love‘s root in us that‘s real.
