He was the sun of Galilee The light that's shining still A vessel of the One in three, The man upon the hill. The Saviour of the world and then A judgment made by all Within His message an amen To those that hear His call. You've heard this Jesus in your sleep As fragments of a dream The edges of His message kept; The rest sent to the stream Of conscience, thought and once was known The torrent loved, the torrent shown That comforts souls to their gravestone Attesting to their scream. This is the tail upon your back The rhyme breaks at this point The nowhere man's not coming back Because this is detente. A humble heart is all He needs Not praise that is just tumbleweeds But you, apart and sowing seeds That grow into the want ...of need within, of need from sin To be freed evermore To stand before the Son of Man As just a child once more To feel Him there, in heart and hair, In burning flesh anew To let Him know the soul you feared That none except you knew. This Son of God, this man because He had to be, not chose it Your gateway to the inner-space That frees your face upon it. No rhyme, no reason can begin To tell you how to hold Him Just close your eyes, accept his hug And embrace overthrowing.