With smug sarcasm you doubted Philip:
the Christ from Nazareth could not come;
Philip’s words just sounded impossible,
and he didn’t believe his Bethsaidan chum.
Smiling softly, this Jesus said that
He had seen you under the fig tree;
Your spiritual eyes suddenly opened,
And the true Messiah did you finally see.
You saw Lazarus slowly lurch forward,
as he stepped out of his rocky grave;
This was one of many amazing miracles
that in the end your soul did save.
Years later, you screeched and screamed in pain
as your sordid killers skinned you alive;
But now your bright eyes see Heavenly glory
where for eternity you very happily thrive.