Bosom of Abraham

Irv Everett Tue 01 Jul 2008, 12:57 pm

Bosom of Abraham

There once was a rich man; rich as man could ever be

He dressing in the finest of linens; and lived a life of luxury

While Lazarus the beggar, lay outside; covered in sores

Desiring scrapes off his table and crumbs from his floor

Then, one day the angels came; taking Lazarus to Heaven’s gate

The rich man also died; but he didn’t suffer the same fate

Seen from the depths of Hell; the rich man calls to Abraham

Have pity on me Father; from thy bosom send Lazarus down

From the tip of his finger; a drip of water to cool my tongue

I’m in agony from the fire; O please, bid Lazarus to come

Son, your life was full of good things; Lazarus’ of agony and pain

Now yours, a time of torment; to Lazarus comfort reigns

Besides, a chasm lies between us; which neither side can cross

Then send him to my father’s house; for my brothers are lost

They have Moses and the prophets; let the five listen to them

O please, Father send Lazarus; they will repent unto him

If Moses and the prophets; can’t impel them to turn their head

Neither will they be persuaded; though a man rose from the dead