The Highest Priest
I saw a man,
Clothed like a priest,
In linen down to his knees.
He also wore a belt,
Made of the finest gold,
Around his waist.
His eyes,
Were like flaming torches.
His feet shone like refined bronze,
Still glowing from the furnace.
His hair was like snow,
Or the finest, purest wool.
His arms and legs,
Were like the gleam,
Of a burnished bronze weapon,
In a king's treasury.
His body,
Was like the pearly-white stone,
Chrysolite.
His face was like the sun,
Shining in all it's brilliance.
In his hand he held seven stars,
And out of his mouth,
There came a sharp, double-edged sword.
His voice was like rushing waters,
Or the sound of the multitudes.
This man may have been dressed like a priest,
But no ordinary priest was he.
This was the Highest Priest,
the King of Kings,
The Highest of all.
It was Jesus Christ,
The Son of God,
And that's why I praise him.
(
geocities.com/sunsetstrip/underground) (
geocities.com/sunsetstrip)