Image Of My Fathers

Paintings, Images of who we truly are, appearing to us Now.

The paintings of my Fathers 

The paintings of the Christians True

The paintings of the Mystic Jew

The paintings of the Children 

All up and down this Avenue 

Wait for it my Darling 

The gift will come to You

For I have seen a new Foundation

That all our Dreams are built Upon 

Drifting in the Clouds 

A new Image soon Appears

Gifts from Holy Ruins 

That were painted by our Peers

I behold this beautiful Painting 

Of this Holy Image I hold of You

The paintings of my Fathers 

The paintings of the Christians True

The paintings of the Mystic Jew

The paintings of the Children 

All up and down this Avenue 

Now wait for it my Darling 

For they have whispered it to Me

That all these ones Before you Now

Will soon be able to See

Drifting in the Clouds 

A new Image soon Appears

Gifts from Holy Ruins 

That were painted by our Peers

I behold this beautiful Painting 

Of this Holy Image I hold of You