Talking to God

Reflections on faith

I went up the holy mountain because I wished to know the truth

I had so many questions for the Lord

At the top I saw nobody, just the clouds that travelled by

Then I heard a gentle voice that said to me

 

You can pile up all your riches

That will do no good to you

If you are not a friend of Lazarus

You cannot be my friend too

 

I stayed up the holy mountain though was getting windy and cold

Because my thirst had not been satisfied

Not a soul I saw for comfort while the clouds kept passing by

Then I heard a gentle voice that said to me

 

You can pray all night and day

That will do no good, you’ll see

If you do not love your neighbor

You do not have love for me

 

Couldn’t leave the holy mountain though was getting very dark

Because for answers I still had appetite

I was sitting and I was waiting

Then I heard a gentle voice that said to me

 

You can be the head of nations

But can still be out of line

If of peace you are not a champion

You won’t be a son of mine

 

I went down the holy mountain, I was tired, my mind confused 

I still wasn’t sure what I should do

I saw the body of Lazarus walking with me side by side

Then he turned and he gently said to me

 

Do not fret, be not afraid

Just let love guide all you do

Yield your life to the Lord your Savior

‘Cause he gave his life for you

 

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

The part about being Lazarus' friend speaks quite strongly to me at this reading. And the yielding is such a gentle and intimate connection surging with resurrection power. Thank you so much for sharing this uplifting poem. It has been a deeply personal blessing. Quite a rarity to find even in the information age. God bless. Frederick