Clocks go forward
Morning comes too soon
Feeling rushed
I stretch out in my room
Today the day for Lazarus
Called out from the tomb
So I rise from bed
Not yet the day of doom
The Lord who saved so many
Could not save himself
That the taunt of many
Jesus beyond help
But Jesus knows the truth of things
Knows his father’s care
Into thy hands I commit my spirit
This our final prayer
The Lord has done so much
To assure us of his truth
Even to the point of death
Cut down in his youth
I am with you always
His faithful word to you
Follow him every day
He always blesses you
Brian Fahy
26 March 2023
Erris Poetry 