On Sunday, after Sacrament Meeting, Rebecca ran into one of her friends from home who is here in Honolulu on a mission. I had talked with him last week, so he knew she was coming. Sunday evening we went up to the Punchbowl National Cemetery. It is a peaceful place to go spend a few minutes and just contemplate what so many gave so that we could all enjoy what we have today.
If the earth could give its witness, All creation shout its praise, If the continents and oceans, Spoke to man of their devotion, Would mortals doubt Him so, If all were now made known?
If the faithless of the ages, Were to feel His healing power, If the eyes and ears He opened, Might be theirs for just a moment, Would it soften hearts of stone, If He were truly known?
Face to Face-- So few were in that place, When the heavens sent Messiah To reclaim this fallen race.
If I could stand atop the mountains, And sound His name in every ear, If I had power to tell His story, Like the angels have before me, Would more sins be swept away, If the world could sense the debt He paid?
Face to Face-- I’ll seek Him all my days, He means more than life to me. Death can’t take that away.
And if I can’t convince a world, Well, then perhaps I’ll reach a soul, As I tell of how He’s changed me, How I wait for Him to take me, Take me home,
Then I’ll worship on my knees, And kiss once wounded feet. Though He knows of my prayers, One day I’ll tell Him Face to Face.
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