Knowing God -

Come close my son

Heaven is beckoning

And I’m yearning to be found

Where I’m supposed to be

There’s a moment’s wake

It changes everything

It’s not for me to take

But begin a journey of

Knowing God

My heart, my soul

Nothing compares to this

A tortured crimson brow

From blows that were meant for me

There’s a moment’s wake

It changes everything

It’s not for me to take

But begin a journey of

Knowing God