There is a face
There is a face I long to see
In its gaze alone is life
But I can't face it as I am
To look on it would be to die
Towards my lips
The flaming coal
Burning 'til it finds the place
The inner stain
Upon my soul…
We will be made clean
The darkened doors I've lingered in
The dead-end roads down which I've run
Will be revealed for what they've been
Their power to tempt forever gone.
Every longing without name
Will finally find its proper place.
The host of fears that grip us now
Will melt in fear before his face.
We'll wind our way to mountain heights
And view the race already run
And onward go, our way made bright
By his face, shining like the sun