What calls me from the death where I have rested?
Why am I now emerging from my tomb?
I sense that I am coming to be tested.
Is this my second birthing from the womb?
Now I can hear the voice of Jesus calling,
but it is not the Saviour's voice alone,
for others share their words as tears are falling.
Collectively, they roll away the stone.
The remnants of my past I now am shedding;
the bits of cloth that cling I now discard.
And in this new direction I am heading,
I know that i will find my own reward.
No matter that my tomb was of long standing,
that change seemed futile, out of reach for me.
If I acdept the life that God is handing,
my blessing is a new identity.
