Ezekiel saw
the wheel
way up in the middle of the air…
They do not turn aside;
they do not flinch,
alert and ever watchful,
the wheel a’whirlin’
with eyes and eyes
way up in the middle of the air.
Rivulets of fire trail behind
the spirits of many colored splendor.
I see him, I see him there,
the Ancient of Days
in wind and rain
and his wheels of burning fire.
way up in the middle of the air…
They do not turn aside;
they do not flinch,
alert and ever watchful,
the wheel a’whirlin’
with eyes and eyes
way up in the middle of the air.
Rivulets of fire trail behind
the spirits of many colored splendor.
I see him, I see him there,
the Ancient of Days
in wind and rain
and his wheels of burning fire.
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