What I Saw

This is what I saw:

I saw Yeshua standing at the gates--must have been at the gates of His  Holy City,
And He was clothed, cloaked in the dirtiest, grimiest, grayest, rottenest cloak
And the hem of his garments peeked out underneath, He was wrapping around him the cloak like a wreath of smoke
And even the hem was dirty
Sallow, spoiled white

But He threw off His garments, and His head uncovered
Shone such that His face was obscured
And even the once-white hems came off
With the cloak, all that filth was cast aside
And He shone in glistening white

When He cast off *that* cloak, too, He revealed
A loose-wrapped garment and His chest bare
So His brothers might see the wounds in His side
The holes in His hands where He hung, crucified
And be healed

Then wrapping Himself in the bright cloak again
He stretched out His arms and began to spin, to whirl
To circle, creating a wind
A tornado, a cyclone, a whirlwind which
Took off with Him in the midst of it,
Cycling through towns and villages
Down the center streets, splitting roads straight through
That the highways once walked could no longer be used
That the Way through the Wilderness, the Highway of Righteousness
Might be built anew

Singing turn your hard hearts
Singing turn your stiff necks
Return to your old ways
Make way for the King