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.