What Christian would not somersault with glee
To travel back to ancient Galilee?
To walk barefoot on Israel's holy ground
And videotape the Sermon on the Mound?
Then envy me, for I lived in His time
I knew the Man: we shared a glass of wine
And later on this not unpleasing bod
Was wrapped around the very limb of God.
What Christian would not sell his wife and farm
To listen to His voice or touch His arm?
I walked and touched and harkened to His Word
And felt His first and second coming, and His third.
I held Him heard Him sobbing in His sleep
He dreamt of nails punching thru His feet
To me alone He spoke His Secret Name
And which of you could ever say the same.