 I am sweating drops of blood. Look unto me, I am hanging on the cross. Look to me, I am dead and buried. Look unto me, I rise again. Look unto me, I ascend. I am sitting at the Father's right hand. Oh, look to me. Look to me. When he had got about that length, he managed to spit up about 10 minutes. Well, he was at the length of his tether. Then he looked at me under the gallery, and I suspect with so few present, he knew I was a stranger.