[Verse 1]
Well, I'm a son of coal, a daughter of tar
From the dust you came, from the dust you are
We're not beautiful not yet, oh! young heart
Yeah, the rain has yet to fall and make mud of my scars
Well so, soon
My heart will know
You
Without a veil
Between us
I'll see Your face
And become
Like You
Well, I'm the son of a woman, the daughter of man
From the dust you came, from the dust I am
We're not home, not yet, oh! That distant land
Yeah, we've still a few roads left to travel without the side of your hand, yeah...
So soon
My heart will know... You
Without a veil between us
I'll see Your face and become
Like You, like You
I'll see Your face and become
Like You
I'm a son of the valley, a daughter of fear
From the dust we're raised, oh! and to the dust, we're reared
We're not whole, not yet, oh! but we're drawing near
Ya, there's still a few hours left tonight before the sun dries our tears
Ya, there's still a few hours left tonight before the sun dries our tears
Well, so soon
My heart will know... You
Without a veil between us
I'll see Your face and become
Like You, like You
I'll see Your face and become
Like You, like You
I'll see Your face and become
Like You
Not Yet, Young Heart
Song Meaning
Chris Renzema keeps returning to the same phrase from different angles in "Not Yet, Young Heart" — son of coal, son of a woman, son of the valley, each description grounding the singer in something unglamorous and unfinished. "From the dust you came, from the dust you are" repeats almost like a refrain of humility, refusing to let any verse's identity claim drift too far from its origin.
"We're not beautiful, not yet... we're not home, not yet... we're not whole, not yet" tracks an honest incompleteness across the song rather than resolving it early, each "not yet" acknowledging real distance without despair attached to it. The hope offered isn't that the waiting ends soon in a vague sense, but that it ends in something specific: "I'll see Your face and become like You," pulled directly from the promise that seeing clearly changes the one who sees.
"There's still a few hours left tonight before the sun dries our tears" keeps the ending near rather than distant, treating the current unfinished state as temporary rather than permanent.