I am Lazarus at the gate.
From the bosom of Abraham
am I sent .
Dost thou, oh man, have ears
that hear?
Wilt thou believe one
returned from the dead?
God is Love and is
ever faithful unto His children.
Whence comest thou?
To serve the King of Heaven.
For such stewards the field
is white, ready to harvest.
Lay up therefore treasures
in Heaven, where none
doth corrupt.