On Lazarus Saturday

O, save me from my own four day stench,
Great Savior of your beloved friend.
You wept in calling him back to this world
of tears and pain and dark and cold.
For in that Paradise your voice rang clear
and loud to him, Lazarus come out!
Rushing to obey his Master dear,
he came quickly and in love, not doubt.
Here once more to weep and ache again,
they say Lazarus never once more laughed.
Would you, in such a world full of sin,
having seen Paradise and then you left?
We live in sin, and like corpses in tombs
corrupt everything pure that we touch.
Command, O God, blow O Holy Wind, and
Save me, O Lord, from my own four day stench.

Me, just now