Silly Lilly , Look away from me
your gaze of purity will not set me free!
turn your face to the altar where you belong
where joy is real and saints write songs!
Oh silly Lilly Look away from me!
Silly Lilly Look to Him who made you to “be”
turn your face lest I make you blush
or your shofar shape break this sacred hush
and all the faithful flee in a fear filled rush!
Oh Silly Lilly look away from me!
Silly Lilly you may drink my tears lest they see
How I weep seeing Jesus when you look at me.
Far from me , He looks so pure , true and right
Silly Lily now look away from me, the dark of night!
Oh Silly Lilly , you see within
I’m not like you , in this common dirt, I toil and spin…
I am tangled in roots of doubt and grief and sin.
Oh Silly Lilly please stop your steadfast stare!
speaking to me how you too were once buried and bare!
Silly Lilly did you really have the same conception?
Were you too buried dead hoping for a resurrection?
Silly Lilly today I consider you more and more.
But, you look not away , you do not blush or ignore
You speak with tongues of angels as I just sit in hope to adore.
Silly Lilly your stem does not break bow or bend
When He comes with blood , water, fire and wind.
Silly Lilly You keep your watch at my tearing soul
While His glimpse goes past you and I lose control.
I bend, I bow, I break beneath His unveiled scroll.
Silly Lilly , Jesus is coming past your unshakable pose.
I see His walk, His way, His words, His woos and His woes.
He comes past you oh Lily of this Valley of Death below!
He comes to me a creature small grounded like a worm so low!
Silly Lilly now look and see
He has come in all His purity. . . . He really is here to set me free!
Face to face on this altar I with you belong
Where joy is real and saints write songs.
Referring to the Risen Christ and His Words
- “Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass, which is alive in the field today, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith!”
Luke 12:27-28 ESV