Met Him there
The white car stopped where
At the gate of the church
He was there methought...
Or was He a vision?
But ...saw I Him in slow motion
Waving and beckoning me
His golden hair I did see!
He had wooden pole...in His hand
And from His eyes drops of diamond
Fell incessent like a flow
He His magnificence did me show...
At that century old gate of a church
Him I did find after a frantic search!
His arms were milky white
And His feet bare looked a splendid sight
Dusty but so pure and white
O I saw him like a melodious sight!
With ethereal tune flooding my ears
O I saw His diamond tears!