Lazarus
I don't know how long I lay dead
I do remember I had denied you
more than three times
But still you called my name.
In the midst of the darkness
you called my name
I had been rejected by my friends
and she who once said she loved me
yet you called my name
I had been exiled to the wilderness
yet you called my name
I had chosen to dwell
in the precincts of the land of Nod
yet you called my name
My face was a scandal
my name was a warning to children
yet you called my name
"Come forth," you said,
and I still walk
closer to the path of light
for you called my name.