I turned my face from God, but I won't turn from younI turned it not in shame, but to shield his light from viewnMy body, it will die, but what I do today will resonatenUntil the action, long since passednBears no resemblance to what it wrought beforennYou turned your face as well and I feared I was to blamenBecause your face now turnednNo longer burned with virtue's flamenAnd when your face was turnednIt ceased to be pleasingly cherubicnI could detect the spark (or lack thereof) or chronic tepidnessnnI turned my face from God, but I won't turn from younI turned it not in shame, but to shield his light from viewnMy body it will die but what I do today will resonatenUntil the action, long since passednBears no resemblance to what it wrought beforenI'd like to think that I nCan tough-mindedly avoid these snaresnBut this conceit will lastnOnly until your rod and staff are gonenAnd now that I have wept tears of despairnPlease let me cling to younAnd now that I have died to myselfnPlease let me see your facenAnd since my longing took a desperate turnnI feel you near to menAnd now that my voice cracks with regretnI draw you into mennI may not have a lot nBut what you have, you have surely gotnAnd when it's gone from me?nPart of it will stay with you endlesslynWhat did it do in me?nIt wrapped your heart in veiny filigreenWhat if I turn around?nThen truthfully, you were never found