It was time for the meet,
But He would never walk alone,
Except with His father He must be.
Took with Him three of His best friends,
So mortals could bear witness,
To the glory that awaits at the end.
Family did not reverence Him,
Friends did not believe Him,
People only saw another man.
A prophet perhaps,
but nothing more.
Say what different is he?
From those before Him,
He is flesh and blood,
Just like the rest of us.
If He was born out of royalty,
Then maybe He truly is a king.
But He came out of Nazareth,
Born in the dark and in a manger.
But the Son of Man never shifted,
His gaze away from the awaiting glory.
A glory so bright and everlasting,
That only in death it could be revealed.
The son of Man was then seen,
Here on earth standing with saints.
Moses, Elijah powerful men of old,
One had water obey his voice;
The other, fire runs and does his bidding.
How on earth could this be?
The three friends thought to themselves,
This cannot be a mere mortal,
We truly have wined and dined,
With none but GOD himself.