Would I know You now if You walked into the room,

If You stilled the crowd, if Your light dispelled the gloom?

And if I saw Your wounds, touched Your thorn-pierced brow,

I wonder if I'd know You now?



Would I know You now if you walked into this place,

Would I cause You shame, would my games be Your disgrace?

Or would I worship You, fall upon my face?

I wonder if I'd know You now?



Or have the images I painted so distorted who You are,

That even if the world was looking, they could not see You, the real You?

Have I changed the true reflection, to fulfill my own design,

Making You want I want, not showing You forth divine, divine?



Would I miss You now, if You left and closed the door,

Would my flesh cry out, I don't need you anymore?

Or would I follow You, could I be restored?

I wonder, I wonder will I ever learn?

I wonder if I'd know You now?