Lazarus

One day I fell ill and apparently died. My sisters were grieved, one found Jesus and cried, "If only lord you'd been here this day Our brother, your friend would have not passed away!" In empathy and love Jesus tears weren't spared And all could discern just how deeply he cared. After a prayer to his father all heard Jesus shout With a voice of authority, "Lazarus, come out!" I awakened quite startled for I came to find I was bandaged up like a corpse, I hadn't gone blind! A funny, yet obscure memory to have... But it gives Mary, Martha and myself a good laugh!