I heard you spoke in parables
And it became the Pharisees’ trouble.
Your wonders noised in jingles
Among the married and singles.
You raised the dead and strengthened the feeble.
You’re so real, you transcend all fables.
Your word is hope for the simple
As it heals the cripple.
Your life is the real sample
Your word, sweeter than apple.
I’m in love with you, you’re my cradle
You know my right, left and middle.
You knitted me with your needle
And in darkness, you light my candle.
Your word is greater than words on marble
For it’s the secret to a life of “no troubles.
It’s a privilege to seat at your table,
For you dine with the humble.
You give answers to life’s puzzle,
and Men are left to dazzle.
With your word, Men become real oracles
With abundance of incredible miracles.
In you, lives are delivered from shambles,
‘cos there’s an answer in the bible.
Speak to me Lord, not in parables,
that’s not for disciples.
Neither speak to me in riddles
Lest I be left in the middle.
For you make your word simple
To your very own people.
Speak to me, Lord!
“With him will I speak face to face, openly, and not in riddles; and he will see the form of the Lord. Why then were you not afraid to speak against my servant Moses?”
Num 12:8 (NET)