Old Man Lazarus

Written after a relative's funeral.

Old man Lazarus, where did you go?

Would it help if I prayed for your soul?

Would God in heaven listen to my cry,

Or has He already made up his mind?

What did you see when you walked through the gates?

Ever present love or everlasting hate?

Did you call to Jesus on your bed of death?

Or did you curse Him with your final breath?

What pains me is I'll never know,

Until I join you down below,

If you are saint or inmate,

And that time comes much to slow.

Author's Note

How well does it flow?