Tom Wright Poet Lyric

He Called Me Lazarus

Twas the day after Easter when my Cardiologist said,
“Good morning Lazarus” as he entered the room.
You should no longer be here but among the dead,
but a miracle has happened displacing all gloom.

From sixteen fluid bags that on a drip frame hung,
And in seven days God’s tally was only one.
 Even some Doctors had God’s name on their tongue,
many visitors were amazed at what God had done.

I became a vehicle that was bringing God glory,
And “Good Morning Lazarus” still moistens my eyes.
I’m sure many tire of this often told story,
but I know God is pleased each time i vocalize. 

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Kim Rodrigues August 10, 2025 at 5:42 PM I don’t tire of it, Tom! This was your experience and a crucial point in time. My husband, at one time in church, was referred to as Jonah. He was pulled off a boat (in port) he was working on. He had a net wrapped around his hand. They think a shark pulled him in as there was a hole in it. No one knew he was off the boat and he fought to get back on it. Scary! Hugs from Georgia, my friend! Tom Wright August 11, 2025 at 3:01 AM Thank you Kim for your understanding reply. From clinicly dead to today. God is good. pray that you have a blessed week. Jesus loves you. Miracle man Tom