It's just a number

By the telephone

Like any other

And yet on it's own

Scribbled on the wall

And I don't know why

It's really nothing at all

But I'll give it a try



Five simple numbers

What do they mean?

You don't need

To understand to believe

Faith is all about things not seen

I get no reply

What did I expect?

I can't think why

This is all I get

I look at the numbers

All of a sudden it's clear

On the phone, they spell "Jesus"

And I know why I'm here


Sometimes the writing

On the wall

Makes more sense

Than anything at all

If you get lost and far from home

And you've only got enough change for a call

Check beside before you dial

For the writing on the wall