| He ate the bread of heaven
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| Drank water from the rock
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| And the grumbling children followed
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| Like a misbegotten flock
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| He climbed up on a mountain
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| They couldn’t even touch
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| Who’d have known that one encounter
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| Could have ever meant so much
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| And up upon that high place
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| In a cleft of solid stone
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| His face was set on fire
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| As the God of Glory shone
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| He alone had seen it
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| And had lived to tell the tale
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| But because they feared the fire
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| He had to hide behind a veil
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| A face that shone with the radiance of the Father
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| Though it had known and endured dark desert days
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| A face that shone with the glory of Another
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| So the prophet would discover
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| As the glory was fading away
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| He was the Bread from Heaven
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| He would be the smitten Rock
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| He had twelve confused disciples
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| They were his bewildered flock
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| When he climbed upon the mountain
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| He took Peter, James and John
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| In the face of pending glory
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| They soon began to yawn
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| As he prayed while they were sleeping
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| He was transfigured into Light
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| His face a flash of lightning
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| His clothes so burning bright
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| So Moses finally saw the face
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| Before he’d hidden from
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| Then came a voice from heaven
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| This is my beloved Son
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| The face that shone is the Glory of the Father
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| And he had known from the start that it was so
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| The face that shone had let the light shine out of darkness
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| And we’re changed into His likeness
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| As we gaze upon the Son
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| But you and me we tend to flee from shining faces
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| We see the glow and then we know that we’re undone
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| They shine His light into out emptiest of spaces
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| With their bright and shining faces
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| Reflect the radiance of the Son
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| The face that shone is the Glory of the Father
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| And he had known from the start that it was so
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| The face that shone had let the light shine out of darkness
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| And we’re changed into His likeness
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| As we gaze upon the Son |