One day four men brought
a crippled man to Jesus
Still and lifeless
he lay upon his bed
He had not moved
since he was just a baby
Still he longed to
become a normal man
Now we don't know much
about the men that carried
the corners of his
tattered bed that day
But if we may create
an illustration
we'll see what these men
might have had to say
Suppose that first man said
I hate to doubt it
for Jesus touched my eyes
when I was blind
He made me see
and there's no doubt about it
But this man's needs
are more serious than mine
Suppose that second man
said no need to bother
This man's condition
will remain the same
Though Jesus touched
my hand when it was withered
I don't believe he can heal
a man so lame
Suppose that third man said
I hate to question
but no one here
is more skeptical than me
Though Jesus cleansed me
when I was a leper
this helpless man
will never walk you see
then every eye was
turned to the fourth man
to see how he might
criticize and doubt
But all three men were
startled with amazement
When that fourth man
stopped and said
his name out loud
He said my name is Lazarus
Could I testify
My name is Lazarus
it feels good to be alive
When I in chains of
death was bound
this man named Jesus
called me out
If you think your little problem
is too big for him to solve
Take it from the one who's
heard the mighty voice of God
A livin' testimony of
his death defyin' touch
My name is Lazarus
My name is Lazarus
Could I testify
My name is Lazarus
it feels good to be alive
When I in chains of
death was bound
this man named Jesus
called me out
If you think your little problem
is too big for him to solve
Take it from the one who's
heard the mighty voice of God
A livin' testimony of
his death defyin' touch
My name is Lazarus
I'm a livin' testimony
of his death defyin' touch
my name is Lazarus