The beauty of the mist and the absence of the breeze
The stillness of the landscape, the fretwork of the trees
That merge into the rising of the vapourific air
And cause a magic wonder where we can only stare.
Though words like 'mist' and 'mystery' might not appear the same
They have strong connection and by whatever name
Behind the mist is mystery and to our wondering eyes
So much more will be revealed in magical surprise.
To those in God there always will be revelation sure
When He will lift the curtain on His eternal shore
The mystery of His heart and the wonder of His Grace
The glass will darkly show us, within both time and space
Eternally we'll lose the mist, the mystery then revealed
Visions of His glory will no longer be concealed
The Church to Him united, the marriage of the Lamb
And we will breathe His air through a heavenly diaphragm!