THE TWO LAZARUSES

THE TWO LAZARUSES

Two men carried one name.
Two doors opened through death.
One heard Jesus call him back.
One woke where sorrow could not follow.

[VERSE 1]

Bethany was full of mourning,
Mary wept beside the stone,
Martha held a shattered promise,
Lazarus lay cold alone.

Then the Resurrection entered,
not as theory, not as dream,
Jesus faced the grave in daylight
and commanded death to yield.

“Lazarus, come out!”
The sealed place gave him back,
burial cloth around his body,
morning breaking through the black.

He returned to mortal breathing,
life restored beneath the sun,
but the sign was pointing further:
Christ will raise His faithful ones.

[PRE-CHORUS - HIGH NOTE RISING]

If He calls me through the doorway,
if He carries me beyond,
either way I am not lost,
I am held by God the Son.

[CHORUS - SOARING HIGH NOTE]

WHETHER YOU CALL ME OUUUUT,
OR CARRY ME HOOOOME,
I BELONG TO RESURRECTION,
I WILL NEVER DIE ALONE!

WHETHER I WAKE IN BETHANY,
OR REST WHERE SORROW ENDS,
DEATH CANNOT REWRITE THE PROMISE
OF THE LIFE THAT HAS NO END!

[VERSE 2]

At another gate lay Lazarus,
poor and covered in his sores,
while a rich man dressed in splendour
never opened mercy’s doors.

Then the poor man stopped his breathing,
unseen by the feasting crowd,
but the angels came and carried him
where comfort wrapped him round.

He was not beneath the torment,
not abandoned, not erased,
he was safe at Abraham’s side,
known by name and held in grace.

Earth had called him weak and worthless,
heaven overturned the lie:
poverty did not define him,
death could not decide his side.

[PRE-CHORUS - CHOIR ENTERS]

One came walking from the tomb,
one was carried from the street,
but in neither Lazarus story
did the grave declare defeat.

[CHORUS - FULL DRUMS]

WHETHER YOU CALL ME OUUUUT,
OR CARRY ME HOOOOME,
I BELONG TO RESURRECTION,
I WILL NEVER DIE ALONE!

WHETHER I WAKE IN BETHANY,
OR REST WHERE SORROW ENDS,
DEATH CANNOT REWRITE THE PROMISE
OF THE LIFE THAT HAS NO END!

[VERSE 3]

Blandina stood where crowds were roaring,
frail in body, fierce in faith,
earth had measured her as nothing,
Christ had filled her soul with grace.

“I am Christian,” rang her witness,
not because she felt no pain,
but because the risen Jesus
stood beyond the arena’s flame.

So when doctors speak with kindness,
when the body bears its scars,
when the feed predicts disaster,
when the nations speak of wars,

I will not despise the warning,
I will not pretend I’m strong,
I will take the care before me
while I hear the greater song.

If Christ grants another morning,
I will praise Him in this breath.
If He carries me to comfort,
I am still beyond the threat.

[BRIDGE - ORGAN, BELLS, LEAD GUITAR]

From the lower room I see
pain, delay and mystery.
From the throne I see the end:
Christ has conquered death for friends.

Poor man resting, brother raised,
Blandina held through fear and flame,
saints beneath the altar cry,
New Jerusalem fills the sky.

No upload, chip or human plan
can carry dust like Jesus can.
The future is not coded breath.
The future is the death of death.

[FINAL CHORUS - HIGHEST NOTE, MASSIVE CHOIR]

WHETHER YOU CALL US OUUUUT,
OR CARRY US HOOOOME,
WE BELONG TO RESURRECTION,
WE WILL NEVER DIE ALONE!

LET THE SICK AND AGED HEAR IT,
LET THE FRIGHTENED CHURCH ASCEND:
DEATH CANNOT REWRITE THE PROMISE
OF THE LIFE THAT HAS NO END!

OUUUUT OF THE TOMB!
HOOOOME TO YOUR SIDE!
HELD BY THE LAMB!
RAISED UP IN LIGHT!

Two men carried one name,
and both became a sign:

Jesus Christ decides the future.
The final word is life.

[OUTRO - QUIET CHOIR]

Call me out.
Carry me home.
Either way,
I belong to You.