Mary of Bethany Song Trilogy, part 1

You wept with me

I wept with You

Outside this tomb

Where You had not come

But now You’re here, You say,

“Roll this stone away.”

But he’s been dead four days…

And I say, “Lord, don’t You know what we’ll smell?”

And You say “Child, didn’t I say what you’d see?

The glory of God

If you believe?”

I thought I knew what to expect of tombs.

The dead rot there, and that is all.

But who knew what to expect of You?

The dead come back to life when You call,

The dead come back to life when You call.

Lord, I never come here

Because there’s nothing I can do.

What do I do with what You said?

It’s dark in there! He’s dead!

And it’s creepy! And it’s scary!

And…. It’s You.

And I trust You.

And now I’m sitting on the grass

In the circle of Your arms

Watching as they roll the stone away.

I lean my ear against Your chest

I hear Your heartbeat giving rest

I feel the rumble in Your ribcage as You say,

“Lazarus! Come forth!”

I thought I knew what to expect of tombs.

The dead rot there, and that is all.

But who knew what to expect of You?

The dead come back to life when You call,

The dead come back to life when You call.