The eyes of the Lord pierce through my illusions,
From Hiding place to saving face, removing my delusions,
Surfacing my inmost heart broken in its seclusion,
Dusting away the crusting clay which I reformed for ruin.

Restore, make new, bring me back to You,
Heal, reveal, hide me in Heaven's veil.

Like an explosion, an eruption from cocoon,
When you fill me up my pride bursts like a balloon,
The excitement of it all, the revelation of it too,
Drives my face toward the ground and my spirit up to You.

Restore, make new, bring me back to You,
Heal, reveal, hide me in Heaven's veil.