A ruler once came to Jesus to plead
For the life of his child,
A healer he'd need.
But, while on the path
A cloud blocked the day
When grief struck his heart
As his servant did say...
It's too late!
Don't bother the Teacher now
Too late!
Don't humbly bow
Too late!
Come leave well alone
She's gone
It's too late...
Just come along home.
The multitude fell away
As Jesus moved through the din,
He came to the house and went right on in,
Dispelling the mourners
The wailing, the weeping..
Why this commotion, when she is just sleeping,
Shocked, that great crowd
In unbelief cried aloud!
It is too late
Death has come here
Too late!
We're all bound in fear
Too late!
The girl has gone away
Too late....
We're embalming today.
But, Jesus spoke to the crowd,
Leave, quickly go
To the family alone, I want to show..
The life in Me, that they want to know,
So only on them will I shower
All of My Father's resurrection power,
So He took hold her limp little hand
And said, Dear girl... will you please stand.
It's not too late
I say to you, arise!
Never too late
For you to come alive,
I alone know when it's too late
For everyone to see...
I know now is the time
To believe in Me.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2005
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry From The Heart
~Luke 8:41~
Jesus said to her, I am the resurrection and the life.
He who believes in Me will live, even though he dies;
and whoever lives and believes in Me will never die.
~John 11:25, 26~
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