I knew you face to face,
Yet when you said to speak to the rock, I struck it and endured the consequences. Still by your grace we meet again On a mountaintop where your transfigured face Was seen by other men who, like me, Knew you intimately and still displayed unbelief. We are the fickle ones in this relationship. We are the ones you will not stop pursuing. Whether we think ourselves righteous or lowly, You judge our hearts solely on the truth That when we just submit to looking at you, We can find ourselves transfigured, too. Comments are closed.
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