"He's mine, boasted the grave in victory.
"He is dead, so now he belongs to me."
But Death had forgotten about the One
Who is God's One and Only Belovèd Son.
Jesus had arrived upon that sad scene
giving hope where only despair had been.
"I am the Resurrection and Life, " said He,
"The power of Death is subject to me."
"Where have you laid him? " sadly Jesus sighed.
"Come and see, Lord, " both the women replied.
Seeing their helplessness at the graveside
deep tears of sorrow the Son of God cried.
The tomb was opened, the stone rolled away.
Then they heard Jesus in a loud voice say,
"Lazarus come out, " and amazingly they saw,
that he who had been dead was dead no more.
"Remove the grave clothing and let him go, "
and each semblance of death was removed so,
and His power over death Jesus did show
in that town of Bethany, long ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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