To Catch A Glimpse

What happens when it is not enough?

When the pain sears into my being?

When I can no longer say goodbye?

What happens when I don't do enough?

When the fault is my own and I weep?

When the superficial gulf prevents me?

Oh, may it not be so!

How I long for it to not be so.

To see you in the place after death.

To know you're secure in the Father's arms.

Pity is a devil and does not give life.

To bring gain myself I must bring life.

To bring all I am and to bring life.

What happens when it is not up to me?

When I try and it doesn't happen?

When I give myself and come up empty?

Is the next life but a memory?

Is the life I see just a shadow?

Is the punishment of the wicked death?

But does it tear me up as it should?

Do I care enough to be eaten up?

Oh, may it not be so!

How I long for it to not be so.

If I pray, can I? Can you? Can we?

If the sword speaks, I ask do I then?

If I can do it is there redemption?

To see you in the place after death.

To know you're secure in the Father's arms.

Lord, please do this, I beg.

Help me. It is my cry.

Help this. It is my cry.

But this is painful though,

On this side of the veil.

Oh, may it not be so!