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“Love for Lazarus”
In the icy hand of winter, a mission far from home I follow Gods shining stars, to witness with many angels in the town of Bethany, to pray! "If you had come, the one to love yet not too late, to know his fate his soul, to fill his mournful heart. O holy joy, now he would wait to hear the call, your brief delay. Impatient with meekness stay and hear the voice! Jesus wept his miracle. Lazarus, come see your sisters, Mary and Martha sacred grace sufficient for thee. My slate of stone in place chipped in words of faith; the future there for all to see. I return to heaven with angels rejoicing the good news there"
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