Then Peter said to Jesus in reply,
“Rabbi, it is good that we are here!
Let us make three tents:
one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.”
He hardly knew what to say, they were so terrified.
Then a cloud came, casting a shadow over them;
from the cloud came a voice,
“This is my beloved Son. Listen to him.”
—Mark 9:2-10
'Tis good, Lord, to be here,
to see with my own eyes
yourself, O Rabbi, dazzling clear
against the cloud-dark skies.
Oh! Let me build a shrine—
let me forever stay
here where I see your glory shine,
here in eternal day.
Take not the downward road—
I'm clinging to the height!
Down in the valley, shadows grow—
Why must you hide the light?
Better to stay up here—
Oh, but they call you down,
down to the wounds that must be healed,
the lost that must be found.
If you must, so must I—
you're my beloved, too.
Where you go, I go—live or die,
I still will follow you—
and where you stand, I'll stand,
someday to stand in joy,
for you are my true promised land;
you are my still, small voice.
Then let us go, my Lord,
down to Jersusalem.
I know you will show me light once more
in your endless day. Amen.
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Kate Bluett 