I loathe this glass that darkly dims the view,
Your radiance only faintly breaking through.
I'm reaching out to take Your proffered grace,
but aching still to see You face to face.
I have enough to make me long for more,
but yearnings can't unlock this unseen door;
the glass that darkly dims the view remains,
and only in my dreams I shed the chains
that fix me here. A man can lose his reason
for want of water in the arid season
in desert places, and I know the pain
that I could, for this craving, go insane.
I must get closer, God, I must draw near.
I'll die of thirst if I don't find You here.