The veil is lifted, but do we see
His face as it truly is?
Like Peter we struggle to tie Him to ground
But He is not contained.
He sits enthroned before cherubim
But see Him take His throne
Upon a Roman cross, among
Rebels and dirty thieves.
The veil is lifted, but do we see
His face as it truly is?
Do we see His glory fulfilled
In a death that makes us flee?
Look into His goodness now:
The veil’s gone; you can see.
Look at His face and see His scars.
Now follow Him to the tree.
The Consolations of Writing 