Unbound

My last post about Lazarus reminded me of this poem I wrote several years ago…a good time to revisit these thoughts…may it bless the reader.

 

“Wind the gravecloths, bind them fast

If you need more, recall your past.

There’s lots of ways that you can die

Give up, lay down, refuse to try.

 

Here, pass the cloth, I’ll help you out

I’ll make the knots secure and stout.

Around the head, the eyes, the ears

I’ll block out all except your fears

 

Come on with me, I’ll show you where

your life can end without a care.

No need to fight, a few steps more

I can already see the door.

 

Too bad He did not come in haste

He must think you’re an awful waste.

He isn’t coming, He’s done with you

Here is the entrance, just step through…

 

Lay on the slab, now fold your hands

It’s dark, I know, but that’s the plan.

You aren’t cut out for life, it’s true

It’s simply much too hard for you…”

 

And on, and on, and on, and on…

until my strength was almost gone

the lies came fast with urgent glee

and I….I cried….and I agreed.

 

Entombed, I lay all on my own

Against the entrance rolled a stone.

The time had passed, He had not come

Like Lazarus, my life was done.

 

Then cutting through my thick despair

a Voice I love beyond compare

echoed within the walls around

Oh, how my heart leapt at the sound!

 

Come out, come out,

I am not done

Unwind the bindings,

See the sun!

 

Come out to Me,

I love you, friend,

You’re not forgotten

It’s not the end;

The days feel like eternity,

I know, dear one, but trust in Me.

My heart is grieved, I also cry,

I do not sleep, I cannot lie

 

I have a plan, I’m never late,

although sometimes you’ll have to wait,

for I will make My glory known

’til strongholds lie all overthrown!”

 

And I came out, into the Light

the rags of death still holding tight

Until He spoke to friends I know

“Unbind the cloths, and let her go”

 

And now I stand as one set free–

He spoke the words of life to me.

Do you lie wrapped in graveclothes too?

He’s at the door, He weeps for you.

 

Wait on the Lord, He’s on His way,

Hold on, hang tight, press in and pray;

He hears your every need and care

He knows what’s best, and He’ll be there.


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