She had one foot on the ground and one foot in the air,
It seemed the world held her cold hand while the angels brushed her hair.
But that's how it has to end on this side of glory,
"Some wounds will never mend," says the author of the story.

I held one hand in the fire and lifted one hand towards the sky, but the busy world still turned and the angels passed me by.
Sometimes there seems to be no author of the story,
...These thoughts occur to me on this side of glory.

And I kissed the Lamb of God and my fingers found the wounds,
And the angels moved the stone and I searched the vacant room.
That's how it all begins on this side of glory,
"And you'll see her shine again," said the author of the story.

Kissed the Lamb of God,
Fingers found the wound,
Angels moved the stone,
Searched the vacant room.
Kissed the Lamb of God,
My fingers found the wound,
Angels moved the stone,
Search the vacant room.