Upon the thought of Your eternal love,
I cast my eye unto the heaven’s light.
I see before me brightness from above
that caused me to shudder with the purest fright.
I cannot upon such heavenly mysteries gaze
without assuming a catatonic state.
Is it like Moses’ bush’s firey blaze?
If so, I would be the first to shout and elate!
But perhaps such images are smoke and mirrors
and not Creator, Redeemer, Sustainer, Thee.
In which case I should see and also hear
Thy voice as it spoke to Moses, “I am He.”
Or should I then flee or remain prostrate,
bow my head and upon eternity just wait?