I won’t run from You
I like the fact that You’re there
Sometimes I hide, it’s true
In those times when I get scared

I can’t get close to You
Won’t bring myself to prayer
Though I know You see through
I pretend that You’re not there

I know You love me
I see Your open arms
If I leave what’s behind me
It will leave me unarmed
I can’t get close to You
Lord, You know I want to

circa September 1995