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
