In the twenty-sixth year
On the thirteenth day of the ninth month
I saw The Great Ancient of Days
I beheld His Glory
He sat on The Great Wheel of Life
His Glory, invisible, yet so potent
So manifest, so domineering
So unmistakable
And as I looked
The wheel turned
Her rims were a flame of fire
Sparks of flame flashing continually
Fire represents Covenant
The rims spun so rapidly
So endlessly
The wheel spun forward
In reverence of Him
Whose Glory rested above it
In reverence of His Spirit
At His silent command
I watched with my eyes closed
As the wheel spun
From one generation to the next
The wheel turned
Transposing His Faithfulness
From one man to his seed
As I watched
The wheel continued to spin
Men declared Him as King of Zion
From one generation to the next
The One, The Only One
As I watched
The wheel spun
Restoring one heart to the next
Healing one life to the next
Igniting one flame to the next
Men declared Him as Holy
He showed Himself mighty
To all who called upon His Name
In each and every generation
He made them flames of fire
One man after another
I saw Him
Burying His men of old, of ancient
Appearing to their offspring
Calling to mind His Promise
He wrote the books of history
He stood at the entrance of delivery rooms
Ushering in a new generation
He stood at the threshold of redemptive cycles
He stood at the beginning of seasons
And at their end
The wheel did not stop spinning
He sat at His Potter's Wheel
One generation after another
He did not stop working
The wheel did not stop spinning
Molding men, remolding men
One generation to the next
As I looked, I beheld
The Great Ancient of Days.