"I've been to Damascus and i didn't go by air, I walked upon the paved Roman Way, I stood at the very spot Where a brilliant light once shone, and i saw a fleeting flicker there that day, but it needn't Damascus and it needn't be on a road and it needn't be a lofty mountain height, it could be in a closet and it could be at the door that , if opened, glows the glorious, blinding light."
COPYRIGHT 1986 By John R. Cash
The friends of the Nazarene became united and i became enrage and led a slaughter zealously, I found their secret places, they were beaten, they were chained but some of them were scattered, justified in fearing me.
Then the Man in White appeared to me in such a blinding light, it struck me down, and with it's brilliance took away my sight, then the Man in White in gentle loving tones spoke to me and i was blind so that i might see The Man in White.
COPYRIGHT 1986 by John R. Cash
