Lazarus - The Collection

Looked in Your eyes

They were burning like cigarettes

On top of a head

That could resurrect Lazarus

Up from the grave that somehow made You cry

Both of Your hands were rough like a carpenter’s

So accustomed

To nails and to hammers

Never would’ve thought those nails would cut inside

Oh, Your hands were blessed one holy, holy night

But we found Your grace

It was waiting inside of a

Dead dark place

With few survivors

It seems that You lived

In places I reckoned You wouldn’t

And all that we saw

Were people that had no hope

And You changed my eyes into flaming kaleidoscopes

I saw something that I thought for sure was fiction

But the peace that it brought me erased all of my convictions

There was a knife

Buried deep inside the part of our hearts

Where we learned how to love something other than us

It was built on a sandy shore

Hoping the waves wouldn’t come to the door

And greet us with disdain and heaviness

One of redemption

Washing away all the thoughts we had ran to before

Well, You rescued me from my disbelief

Would You please rescue me from being a thief

Of things that will burn up when it’s the end

The dust collects, yeah, dust it upset

And we are only dust at best

But You can breathe dust back to life again

Oh, flood the whole world and dust will walk again