With smug sarcasm you doubted Philip:
The Christ from Nazareth could not come;
To you it sounded like your friend’s
Naivete was in reality pretty dumb.
But this Jesus said, smiling softly,
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 lazily 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.
Decades 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.