We know them as Mary and Martha
Oh, Yes, there is Lazarus too.
We know that Jesus loved them
But, look what He put them through.
They sent Him the news of their brother.
They knew that Jesus truly loved him.
He promised the life of their brother
But, Oh how their faith grew dim.
He did not come in the morning
As they must have thought He would.
Nor did He come in the evening
As any true friend should.
And now there is a decision
That Mary and Martha must make.
"What to do with his body,
Did Jesus make a mistake?"
How they must have looked for their master
As they carried their brother to his grave.
They must have thought of the widow's son
He arrived just in time to save.
Now the days are passing
And Jesus is still far away.
Why did He hurt them so badly?
Now, He is on His way.
See Martha running to meet Him
But what can He say or do?
How can He stop their hurting?
How can their faith renew?
She tells Jesus of their faith
"If He had only been there,
If Jesus had not deceived them
She could still know of His Care
"EVEN NOW" she said it,
"It's never too late for You."
I wonder what she was thinking.
What she thought Jesus could do.
He told her He was Resurrection
And that He was life as well,
And since she could believe Him
She should her sister tell
See Mary coming to Jesus
With those who did weep and wail,
She tries to talk to her Master
But her words suddenly fail.
See Jesus walking beside her
To that final resting place
As Martha is trying to stop Him
And the tears course down His face.
How all the people doubted
And wondered why Jesus wept.
Why He had suddenly failed them
And had not His promise kept.
Now, sometimes when I am discouraged
And wish I could send a message to Him
Or when the sun that shines in my heaven
Suddenly begins to grow dim,
And I feel a bit like those sisters
That maybe I've trusted in vain
For HOW CAN THE ONE WHO LOVES ME
NOT KEEP ME FROM SO MUCH PAIN?
Then I think that if I were only a child
Who could climb up on my Father's lap.
I would point to the pain in my spirit
As slowly my strength seems to sap,
Then I would ask of Him the great question
And I wait for the answer with fear
He may not speak a single word
But on my cheek I would feel His hot tear
For if no words from the Immortal
Can satisfy my mind
Nor heal my hurting heart
Nor help me comfort find.
It is FAITH in the Love of Jesus,
No matter what I feel,
Can let me truly trust Him,
Can let my hurt heart heal.
He will come at the time appointed
Neither too soon nor too late.
It is for me to trust Him
No matter how long I must wait.
ghvs 3/23/96
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