Yet to come

I’ve tasted and seen
Things that are yet to come
Been lifted higher than the sun
Looked down from mountain peaks
At multitudes upon still waters
Gently moving
Toward the One
Who came
Who saw
Who carries them
Upon His broken body
Within His heart
Into their final resting place

Jesus Saviour of the world

Blistering rays and blinding light
Dried out in desert sand
Held in its grip
No place to hide
No rock to crawl under
No shade or resting place
Who will rescue me from this death
Who will show me the path of escape
Who will beckon me with freedoms voice
Showing me the way
Speaking the truth
Giving me life
Saviour of the world