Turn off Your gaze, it is blazing and superimposing Yourself upon me
My obsessive, compulsively, ordered, disorderly conduct thrown into relief
But all You seem to do is steadily just stare right through me
And I cower underneath everything You might see
When it is crowded, I am shrouded by association of our history
Our family tree limbs are passing down low expectations and sewing up leaves
There’s nothing I can do, and yet there’s so much I can do
I cower underneath Your perception of me
When on the last day, You tear back the sky
And un-secret the secrets of everyone, everywhere
And I am exposed like the day I was born
Under microscope eyes who know everything, everything
I cannot outrun everything that I have done
And though I cower, though I hide, yet You open up my eyes
And You say, “Well done.” You say, “Well done.”
‘Cause You don’t just see me, You purchased, redeemed me
And turned all my wrong upside down
Your gaze is affection and constant protection
And pleasure-filled laughter’s the sound I hear
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