Lyrics




Martha told him four days late
If you had been here, he'd still be alive
Jesus told her, I am the life
He who believes in me shall never die
Then he shouted and said
Lazarus come forth and Lazarus rose from the dead
There's a little Lazarus in all of us
Come on, let it rise, let it rise
Can't you hear him, he is calling us
To come outside, come outside
Paralyzed by a hopeless shame
It's been a while since you felt alive
Wrapped in grave clothes and fine perfume
But it can't hide the death you feel inside
But Jesus calls out your name
Calling you forth
Come out of that tomb of shame
There's a little Lazarus in all of us
Come on, let it rise, let it rise
Can't you hear him, he is calling us
To come outside, come outside
Once I was on the other side
The way across was just too wide
But I've been brought from death to life
His voice has crossed the great divide
There's a little Lazarus in all of us
Come on, let it rise, let it rise
There's a little Lazarus in all of us
Come on, let it rise, let it rise
Can't you hear him, he is calling us
To come outside, come outside
To come outside
There's a little Lazarus in all of us
There's a little Lazarus
Let it rise, let it rise
Let it rise
Can't you hear him, he is calling us
Can't you hear him, he is calling, he is calling
Come outside, come outside
Let it rise
There's a little Lazarus in all of us
Let it rise, let it rise
Can't you hear him, he is calling us...



Writer(s): Gordon Kennedy, Philip L. Naish, Wes King, Fran King Copyright: Davaub Music, Universal Music - Brentwood Benson Songs



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