The pictures that You let me see
Are nothing compared to the real thing.
The glimpses I see through the trees
Are just shadows of Your coming.


When every knee shall bow
And every tongue proclaims: Jesus reigns!
And there I’ll be with You my Lord;
In Your sweet arms again!


Beware of many commentators;
Their words are not the Scripture.
If you have trouble seeing,
Ask the One who drew the picture.


He did not draw it in a way,
So that He could confuse you.
Just crawl up there upon His lap,
Because He won’t abuse you.


Then ask Him plainly: Lord, what was
Your meaning when You said this?
And He will share it with you
In His love and with a sweet kiss.


In my bare feet, staring into Your fire,
That’s where I want to be.
The sound of Your voice, drowning out
Every liar, so I can finally see.


Commentators are not prophets,
So examine every word!
Then test the spirit with the First,
The Second and the Third!