He sends me flowers every day And sets a banquet on my plate; He clothes me in the finest linen, Yet I do not know His face. He welcomes me with warm embrace And paints me sunsets without end; His breath brings life to my soul, Yet I do not know His face. He loves me despite all my failing And forgives me without keeping score; He knows every facet of my nature, Yet I do not know His face. He gave up glory high above To buy my life with His blood; He was nailed to a tree for me, Yet I do not know His face. One day I will see the One Who loves me with a love so strong That death could not break its bonds; I will see Him face to face. I will see the One behind This worldly veil and its passing life, In all His tenderness, beauty, majesty; Yes, I will know His face.
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