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?