God, I want You in a way that feels more real and undeniable
but even if I don't feel, you're still reliable
you know i don’t like how quiet this has been.
When I still have a liar and a riot deep within
And what about this near total absence of clarity
Or how I only hear you sparingly
Maybe its me. I must confess that something in me still resists your ways
Of molding of holding of unfolding your grace
If it's still pride in shifting masks, let it break
Just don't leave me here if nearer you can take
You have kept and carried as I've sought you
Even as I foolishly fought you
But I cry out for encounter, nothing but you
Again I seek a warm embrace and a “boy, I got you”