The Looking Glass Volume 35 | Page 66

Scripture my Hopes

Bilal Beg

I wanna know this world by foot, but I’m too busy with life.

I wanna know Abraham like a father and I’ll be the sacrifice.

I wanna know Jerusalem like the true followers of Christ;

Moses did not know the Promised Land, yet he was still granted paradise.

I wanna know what it's like to travel to heaven and back in one night.

I wanna know what it's like to stand in the shadow of Adam's height.

I wanna know love, I wanna know light,

I wanna know what it's like to hear the angels recite.

I wanna know the books as if they were written in my heart.

I wanna know what Noah felt when he was building up his ark.

I wanna know Moses splitting seas that part.

I wanna know the water waves upon which Jesus walked.

I wanna know the Sacred before man set out to change it;

I wanna know the scriptures in their original tongue.

I wanna know the Torah in Hebrew and the gospels in Aramaic.

I wanna hear the Psalms read in the voice of David.

I wanna know the prayer of Jonah in the belly of the whale.

I wanna know the prayer of Joseph at the bottom of the well.

I wanna know the prayer of John when they locked him in a cell.

I wanna know what would’ve happened if Adam never fell.

I wanna know heaven like home……

I wanna know heaven like home,

I wanna know Solomon’s throne,

I wanna know Goliath overthrown,

And I’ll be the stone.

And I don't want a crown;

I want a dome,

and pillars made of chrome.

I want faith to consume me.

I wanna feel it in my bones.