Behold, All Things have Become New

Let the camel thread the needle’s eye

Let the rich young ruler turn around

Let the Pharisees perceive the truth

And Pilate too. Let Truth be crowned

But not with thorns. Mary, don’t mourn

Your savior waits, forget the cross

Don’t hesitate, there is no loss

Go out to him, He is disguised

But you will know him by his eyes.

Let Peter not deny the Christ

Let all of Thomas’ doubts be quelled

Let John the Baptist keep his head

Let the cursed fig tree be made well

Let ego learn its only source

It ever had - the mind, of course!