Last night I brought Lazarus to your gate
As others were welcomed in he had to wait
 
Longing for the crumbs that fall to the floor
With each new rejection comes another sore

Starving for understanding in his hungry soul
He is ravished by problems beyond his control
 
Warm laughter he hears coming from inside
The disappointment he feels he cannot hide
 
Isolated and cold a little one cried
No one noticed when the guiltless died
 
This morning Lazarus awoke in Father's embrace
Once again restored by GOD's amazing grace
 
While the rich man lavishly prepares another goat
Unaware of his beam he's offended by Lazarus' mote
 
 
.....peace.....