You Let Me Hide
All that really matters is what You think
My life has been given--it's not my own
If I feel the vacuum, the emptiness is mine, I guess
It's not because You don't exist, but because of this:
I believe that I can live without You
Without You
Chorus:
You are in the habit of giving me
What I ask for when I don't want to admit it
Independence is a fiction
That I run to when I think that it's convenient
Sometimes when I hide, You come and seek me
But sometimes when I hide, You let me hide.
You are not a waiter to hear my prayers,
Then go somewhere and bring me my demands
Maybe it's better to say, instead,
That I would be dead if You really let me see You
Now it's time for me to turn to Thee
Even if Your only gift is this silence,
I don't need a sign to know and love You
I love You
CHORUS
All that really matters is what You think.