[VERSE 1] The moment that his breathing stopped, The house forgot to breathe as well. I held a basin in my hands, Trying not to let my sorrow swell. I whispered if You’d been here, Lord, This never would have been his fate. I cleaned the linens, closed the doors, And told myself I’d learn to wait. But jars of spices cannot hide The ache that settles in my chest. And every time I think of You, My heart says You would have done the rest. ⸻ [CHORUS] Why is Your timing always higher, Always hidden from my view? I believe You could have saved him, And I still believe in You. But four days feel like forever, When the silence grips my soul. Lord, I know You move in power, But why didn’t You come before? ⸻ [VERSE 2] The second day felt longer still, Neighbors moved like drifting sand. They spoke in soft and practiced tones, Offered comfort, touched my hand. But comfort isn’t resurrection, And sympathy is not the cure. I said Your name beneath my breath, Half afraid and half unsure. By day three grief had taken root, Settled heavy in my bones. I tried to pray but found instead A trembling in my voice alone. I thought of all the ones You healed, The blind who saw, the lame who rose. And still I sat there wondering Why this miracle You chose to close. ⸻ [CHORUS] Why is Your timing always higher, Always hidden from my view? I believe You could have saved him, And I still believe in You. But four days feel like forever, When the silence grips my soul. Lord, I know You move in power, But why didn’t You come before? ⸻ [BRIDGE] Then morning broke with shaken breath, A whisper racing through the town. They said You’d finally come at last, Walking up the dusty ground. My heart leapt hard against my ribs, I ran before I dared to think. My doubts and hopes collided fast Like waves that gather at the brink. I met You on the road beyond, Told You truth I couldn’t hide. If You had been here, he would live, But even now I trust Your side. ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS] Your timing isn’t ever late, It only feels that way to me. You ask me now to trust Your voice, Not what my fearful eyes can see. Four days can still be answered, When Your presence fills the air. Death itself must bow before You, Every grief becomes a prayer. ⸻ [ENDING LINE] “Lazarus, come forth.”
