Lazarus

I built myself a tomb of stone,
A sepulchur devoid of life
And in it I hid afraid, alone,
Mistrusting, prey to worry and strife.
Hardship blocked the only door,
The promise of pain too great for me;
I sealed my heart up tight once more,
In darkness I died and could not see.
But patiently You called my name,
And though afraid, I did arise.
You removed the stone, absolved my shame,
And I stepped free, reborn to shine.
Your awesome grace has made me new,
My tender heart proclaims Your truth.

—12 August 2015, by Heather Stearns
(Mirrored on Weku)