There on the island
My Lord I did see, fell at his feet
As though dead, trembling in glory
Been yearning for years now
Yearning to be, near to my friend again as in my memories in Galilee
Oh I’ve missed Him so
More than words can say
Just how much I hate to see my friend again

There on the island I saw His face burning like the Sun
His voice like a torrent of water, His feet like burnished bronze
In those hands once scared, now holding seven stars
And the keys to death and hell, our Conqueror’s reward
In the His eyes were flames, in His mouth a double sword
One I knew the Savior, I know beheld as Lord
Oh I’ve missed Him so
Oh I’ve missed Him so, more than words can say
Just how much I hate, to see my friend again

Oh I’ve missed Him so
Oh I’ve missed Him so, more than words can say
Just how much I hate, to see my friend again

And I'm homesick, lovesick this paradox in me
It’s better when You are here
But You say it’s better if You leave
Maybe this is what you meant back then knowing what it will do to me
I am haunted by the memories, those days in Galilee
And I'm homesick, lovesick this paradox in me
It’s better when You are here
But You say it’s better if You leave
Maybe this is what you meant back then knowing what it will do to me
I am haunted by the memories, of my friend from Galilee

Oh I’ve missed You so
Oh I’ve missed You so, more than words can say
Just how much I hate to see my friend again
Oh I’ve missed You so
Oh I’ve missed You so, more than words can say
Just how much I hate to see my friend again