WHAT I SAW
What I saw when I beheld
The Lamb who for men was slain;
Was a Man I can’t describe
But which I will try
So your hunger is stirred.
He was clothed in whiteness
His clothes were soaked in brightness
He looked and I saw fiery eyeballs
He spoke and I heard many waters.
He walked and His glory filled the air
I tried to smell and then I was lost
I came back and I beheld
Him sitting on a throne no man had made.
I was moved to tears when I saw Him there
Shinning so brightly against my darkness
But when in shame I turned to leave
I beheld the Lamb in a form like me.
‘Why so sad?’ He said to me. I said to Him
‘Thou art purer than to behold me
For I was born and bred in sin’
This was my plight, I did concede.
‘Look!’ Jesus said and I saw the Cross
And weird to me, I hung upon the Cross
It was me who wore the crown of thorns
And me whose death was doubted by the thrust.
I saw some more and I saw Joseph
Clan and wrap me up in white lining
And laid me in his tomb to rest
Rest from my death on the Cross.
I was shocked as I saw the power
That came from Heaven and resurrected me
And when I awoke, I turned and looked
And from the Lamb’s bosom, I smiled at me.
‘See’ He said ‘My younger bro
You are dead and freed from sin
Therefore feel free to talk to Me
For am I any better than My righteous brother?’