Lazarus
Seán Curran
Out of breath, a permanent condition
Taken by the night
This bone and flesh could never find a reason
To breathe in again
He said: Come out
Come out from your hiding
Just as you are
Come out from the dark
Even in a dead man sleeping
Resurrection calls to restore
Even here and now
You are what He’s calling for
So take a breath and break the night
Stranger to the light
Wind of God, dig up the graves
Breathe into the slain
Here for sure, a permanent solution
Swallowed up the night
A voice so pure, giving bones a reason
To breathe in again
So sleep no more
So take a breath and break the night
Stranger to the light
Wind of God, dig up the graves
Breathe into the slain