My feet have walked
Many crooked miles
Straying from the path set before
Even though I should know
There is more still in store
So I’ll set my eyes upon the prize
Forgetting what is gone, I’ll press on
Looking to the day
When we shall see you clearly
No longer dimly through a glass

When we have faces
We shall stand in your presence
No longer flesh stripped bare
By what it can’t withstand
When we have faces

For then we shall walk
Upon streets of gold
No longer burdened by this world’s hold
On our hearts, we’ll embark
Upon a journey of praise
We’ll sing Your name
Beside the waters of your mercy
And your throne of grace
Among the crowds we’ll cry aloud
Holy, holy, holy

And in the stillness between
One heartbeat and the next
We shall shed these garments of skin
Be clothed in raiment so white

Exodus 34:29-35; 1 Corinthians 13:12, 15; 2 Corinthians 3:7-18; Philippians 3:12-21; Revelation 4, 21-22

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