Lazarus

Lazarus, Lazarus, where did you go?
Once freed from the dank fetid tomb,
They say it was the Messiah who brought you back.
Couldn't you stay and tell me what you saw?
What happened to you those three days full?
Tell me, tell me.

What did you see, where did you do?
Did you just slumber? Did you descend to hell?
Did you stroll down streets of gold?
Are you glad to be snatched from the dead,
to walk with the sun on your face once more
-- Or is it hell to be snatched from heaven.