Four Days Late
The news came to Jesus- ‘Please come fast,
Laz’rus is sick and without Your help, he will not last.’
Mary and Martha watched their brother die
They waited for Jesus, He did not come
And they wondered why.
The death watch was over, buried four days
Somebody said, “He’ll soon be here, the Lord’s on His way”
Martha ran to Him, and then she cried,
“Lord, if You had been here, You could’ve healed him,
He’d still be alive.”
“But you’re four days late, and all hope is gone
Lord, we don’t understand why You waited so long”
But his way is God’s way, not yours or mine
And isn’t it great when He’s four days late He’s still on time.
Jesus said, “Martha, show me the grave”
But she said, “Lord, You don’t understand,
He’s been there four days” The gravestone was rolled back,
Then Jesus cried, “Laz’rus come forth!”
Then somebody said, “He’s alive, he’s alive.”
You may be fighting, a battle of fear
You’ve cried to the Lord, “I need You now” but He has not appeared,
Friend, don’t be discouraged, ‘coz he’s still the same
He’ll soon be here, He’ll roll back the stone
And He’ll call out your name.
When He’s four days late and all hope is gone
Lord, we don’t understand why you’ve waited so long
But His way is God’s way, not yours or mine
And isn’t it great, when He’s four days late
He’s still on time
God, it’s great, when He’s four days late
He’s still on time
