Lazarus

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
At deaths snare and everywhere of none for aye.
He did drink of the water of eternal life a mortal.
A bounty God passing by made into water to assure.
And what is below to be known an sacred a choice.
Rumors corrupt and impure deaths banner an estate.
As giving the water of life did spring to hold.
Like flowers in the spring arise! life from gloaming.
The tomb and and grave to moot for the giants keepsake.
Giants to keep treasures an strong flesh aim of power.
For they shall be eaten and consumed winters pass.
Many like sweet basils and stem an root sleeping.
For his one promise father george that it be done.
That the meek fear that toil the earth labor an life.
And that water be giving an kindness to all refreshed.
That flesh time devotion and aim lose not the soul.
So that the work be not this to inherit but rest.
To desperations cry bounds to storm and take by force.
For not to live below but reach and abide in him