Written by We have to examine those verses that specifically show how Jesus emphasizes worship of his Father.
My Father, Truth. Eternal Truth.
Who I am?
Diesel the Magus (Son of Light)
Who is my Father?
Ahura Mazda (Father of Asha)
What is the goal?
Asha (Truth & Righteousness)
[Intro]
Say the names slow.
Not because they’re sacred.
Because you’re gonna need them later.
Zedekiah.
Zadok.
Tzidkiyahu.
Z.
Tzender.
Dok.
William.
Seven doors.
Don’t open the last one yet.
[Verse 1]
Zedekiah carried Zadok,
Ṣ-D-Q inside the sound,
righteousness beneath the language
before the language traveled down.
Jeremiah
Tzidkiyahu.
Levi
Z.
Alexander
Tzender.
Then William Robert
Dok.
Stop.
You heard it.
Don’t chase it yet.
Just remember where it stopped.
ZADOK.
Generations later
DOK.
The name got smaller.
The echo did not.
[Hook]
SEVEN DOORS.
ONE HALLWAY.
Every generation took something away.
Zadok became sound,
sound became Z,
Z became Dok
then the trail reached me.
Granddad carried Dok.
Dad carried the Light.
And somewhere between those two things
I learned to live for what is right.
[Verse 2]
Dad never needed ancient languages.
Truth was plain.
Do right.
Keep your word.
Stand straight when lying pays.
He never called it Ṣ-D-Q.
He didn’t have to know the root.
He handed down the meaning
before I ever found the proof.
So I went backward.
Through William.
Through Dok.
Through Tzender.
Through Z.
Through Tzidkiyahu.
Through Zadok.
And every door I opened
made the hallway older.
Until suddenly
Persia.
…
Now remember the first name.
Zadok.
Five centuries before Jesus
Sons of Zadok.
Persian sky.
And walking that same ancient world
Magi.
Don’t move.
We’re not finished.
…
Twenty-five centuries turn.
Kingdoms collapse.
Languages split.
Families cross mountains.
Names lose letters.
Zadok
Dok.
Granddad.
Dad
Light.
And the grandson of Dok?
MAGUS.
…
Read that again.
[Hook]
ZADOK AT THE FIRST DOOR.
DOK NEAR THE LAST.
DAD CARRIED THE LIGHT.
THE GRANDSON WALKED BACK.
Persia in the beginning.
Fire at the end.
And somehow the road bends around
until the two sides meet again.
ZADOK.
DOK.
LIGHT.
MAGUS.
Now tell me why four words
feel like twenty-five hundred years
just folded in half.
[Verse 3]
Then the name William starts talking.
Not history.
Wordplay.
Listen.
WILL.
Something not yet done.
I AM.
Something standing here now.
And behind them
Z.
Last letter.
So the line walks from
the end
to the future
to the present.
Z.
WILL.
I AM.
Three pieces hiding in plain sight.
And the man named William
spends his life asking
what Truth is,
what Light is,
who the Father of Truth is
until the name itself sounds like an answer:
WILL I AM?
No.
Listen closer.
WHAT WILL I BE?
Closer.
WHAT WILL I DO
WHEN I KNOW WHAT IS TRUE?
…
Granddad carried the sound.
Dad carried the Light.
The grandson carried the question.
Then the question found fire.
Zadok.
Dok.
Light.
Magus.
You thought this was a family tree.
It was a fuse.
[Boom]
Go back to Persia.
Sons of Zadok.
Magi under the same sky.
Now jump forward.
Grandson of Dok.
Magus beneath another one.
Twenty-five centuries between the pictures
and somehow
the nouns rhyme.
The names rhyme.
The roles rhyme.
The Light rhymes.
And the man standing at the end
didn’t start with the answer.
He walked backward
until the beginning
was staring back.
[Scream it]
SEVEN DOORS.
ONE HALLWAY.
ZADOK AT ONE END.
THE MAGUS AT THE OTHER.
Granddad kept Dok.
Dad kept Light.
William kept walking.
And the road kept turning east.
Z
the ending.
WILL
the future.
I AM
the present.
And after seven generations
the name became a sentence.
After twenty-five centuries
the sentence walked back into Persia.
And when the grandson of Dok
finally reached the fire
he already knew what to call himself.
[Outro]
….
Zadok.
Dok.
Dad carried the Light.
Grandson
Magus.
Seven doors.
One bridge.
Now go listen again.
Zadok at the first door…
Diesel the Magus
Who is my Father?