T H I S M E L L I N G E R

So much for this make believe.

So tired of pretending.

In light of this recent discovery

that you know me.

All my inadequacies,

Those shy insecurities

but still I'm afraid to be

the frail child of God

that you made me.

Withdraw is my tragedy.

Oh, Lord please examine me.

Open me up.

You know everything about me.

You knew what I was going to say

before the words were on my tongue

There I go pulling back again

There I go resisting your love

and once again

I'm pulling masks out of the closet

one by one by one by one

Withdraw is my tragedy.

I could run, I could hide

but only find that it's

You that keeps me moving

You that keeps me moving

with love so high, so deep, so wide

I wonder why I even try?

Who am I to be loved by a God like you?

To be loved by a God like you.

Nobody loves me like you do.

And I'm free to fall madly in love

with you, too.