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He ate the bread of heaven |
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Drank water from the rock |
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And the grumbling children followed |
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Like a misbegotten flock |
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He climbed up on a mountain |
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They couldn't even touch |
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Who'd have known that one encounter |
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Could have ever meant so much |
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And up upon that high place |
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In a cleft of solid stone |
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His face was set on fire |
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As the God of Glory shone |
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He alone had seen it |
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And had lived to tell the tale |
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But because they feared the fire |
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He had to hide behind a veil |
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A face that shone with the radiance of the Father |
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Though it had known and endured dark desert days |
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A face that shone with the glory of Another |
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So the prophet would discover |
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As the glory was fading away |
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He was the Bread from Heaven |
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He would be the smitten Rock |
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He had twelve confused disciples |
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They were his bewildered flock |
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When he climbed upon the mountain |
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He took Peter, James and John |
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In the face of pending glory |
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They soon began to yawn |
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As he prayed while they were sleeping |
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He was transfigured into Light |
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His face a flash of lightning |
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His clothes so burning bright |
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So Moses finally saw the face |
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Before he'd hidden from |
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Then came a voice from heaven |
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This is my beloved Son |
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The face that shone is the Glory of the Father |
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And he had known from the start that it was so |
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The face that shone had let the light shine out of darkness |
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And we're changed into His likeness |
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As we gaze upon the Son |
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But you and me we tend to flee from shining faces |
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We see the glow and then we know that we're undone |
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They shine His light into out emptiest of spaces |
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With their bright and shining faces |
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Reflect the radiance of the Son |
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The face that shone is the Glory of the Father |
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And he had known from the start that it was so |
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The face that shone had let the light shine out of darkness |
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And we're changed into His likeness |
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As we gaze upon the Son |
