When I was a child
I spoke like a child,
I thought like a child
I reasoned like a child
But now that I’m grown
I see so much more
No longer a poor reflection
What I see in part, I will see in full
When the perfect comes
Imperfection fades away
In much the same way
I want to grow up
I want to see
See the kingdom in all its colour
The meaning in pain
The folly of pride
I wish we could see it clearly
What I see in part, I will see in full
When the perfect comes
Imperfection fades away
I am nothing, nothing without love
I am nothing, nothing without love
I am nothing, nothing without love
I am nothing, nothing without love
What I see in part, I will see in full
When the perfect comes
Imperfection fades away
