A Season Of Resurrection

 

Lazarus’ nose had now fallen in
Decomposition had truly set in
It was his fourth day in the tomb
Surrounded by bones shrouded
In hopeless and silent darkness
Yet he had radio-activity in decay
His spiritual receiver was still on
While alive he had paired it with
The Voice-Transmitter of Christ
Now he waited for the signal to rise
When it came he crackled unto life
Today all that have paired receivers
Can hear His Voice and be free
From all chains wherever they be
Believe the biblical Voice-promises
Let faith ‘copy’ – the problem is ‘over’
One day there will be a final broadcast
All with receivers will rise from the dust
Pair today to be part of this forecast

 

Life From The Dead

 

All that live feed on the dead
Something dies for you to live
If all live you can never thrive
When we savour we devour
Food comes from the not so good
Practice of killing-herbs expire
And animals to give us a new lease
If the sustenance of natural life
Comes from substitutionary death
Then why is the deadly idea rife
That our spiritual life depends
On a bloodless set of commandments
Religion without an atonement ‎ends
In a farce-like you can live on only oxygen
Man shall not live by bread alone-wheat dies
But the Word of God which became flesh
And died too in order that you may rise
To seize the prize of eternally sustained Life