Johannes, I've seen your hands,

How they open and close on the air.

Johannes, I've seen your eyes,

How they search for what isn't there.

Johannes, I've felt your pain;

It hurts so much to die.

But those whom he kills

He makes alive.


Dear Johannes, loved by God,

I hear angels singing.

Holy songs are ringing

All throughout this place.


Dear Johannes, loved by God,

I see the cup of wine that shines like fire.

I cannot promise you won't die.

But lift it to your lips and see

How sweet a fire it can be.


Johannes, search not your heart,

But look up with inward eyes.

Search now the wounds of Christ;

The wicked he justifies.

You'll find that for all this time

He's wanted to cleanse you and redeem.

You'll find things aren't always

What they seem.


Dear Johannes, loved by God,

I hear angels singing.

Holy songs are ringing

All throughout this place.


Dear Johannes, loved by God,

I see the cup of wine that shines like fire,

And though you know that you will die,

Just lift it to your lips and see

How sweet a fire it can be.


Lift it to your lips and see

How good it tastes to be made clean.


Johannes, close your eyes in peace.

His blood has touched your lips

And you are clean.