We climbed up the mount,
With our Lord that day.
As always, He our master,
Was going there to pray.
Then as Jesus prayed on
We were there at His feet,
Alas, growing tired,
We just wanted to sleep.
I leaned back my head
And then started to yawn,
Then with a heavy sigh
I looked over at John.
He and James were still,
As though deep in prayer,
I again continued to pray,
As I watched with them there.
Then a light shown forth,
Glistening as bright as the sun,
It emanated from the robe
And the face of God's dear Son.
Then behold, He stood talking,
With Moses and Elijah too,
We looked on speechless
Not knowing what to do.
They spoke of Christ's decease
And the sadness that lay ahead.
Then as they were parting,
I spoke up and said:
"Master, It's good for us to be here,
Let us make three tabernacles for Thee
And for Moses and for Elijah."
I made them equal, all three.
Just as I was saying this -
An overshadowing cloud, and a voice within,
Said, "This is my beloved Son,
And when the voice had ceased,
Jesus stood there all alone.
Charging, we should tell no man,
Till He arose, then make it known.
"For we have not followed cunningly devised
fables, when we made known unto you the
power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ,
but were eyewitnesses of his majesty. For he
received from God the Father honour and
glory, when there came such a voice to him
from the excellent glory, This is my beloved
Son, in whom I am well pleased. And this
voice which came from heaven we heard,
when we were with him in the holy mount."
II Peter 1:16-18
© by Paul H. Leaman
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