Like a rocket, a shooting star this mortal coil Recoils like a bullet out of a gun Being shot across the universe to be united with the one No more weary toil unearthing unproductive soil Beaten down by the sun Now holding only aces I see only smiles across the faces Of those who have gone before And here I stand unashamed with trepidation Pronouncing the unspeakable name as he opens up the door Trying to figure out this configuration Of tales that long ago had been told Of gates of pearl and rivers flowing Right across transparent streets of gold And this speck cannot introspect or interject For all and more besides he has known Who is this lamb who cries and dies for the elect Who is this man who with open hand has only sand To offer to this pure and radiant light In his presence there is no sun or moon And the very stars have taken flight From such brilliance there is nothing I can hide And yet with nail scarred hands he motions To come in, you are forgiven and the door is open wide