When I get caught
Up in external things
In the way things appear
When decisions are
Made more for others
Than for You, O LORD
When the firstfruits of thoughts
Are given to man
Fearing opinions
Craving recognition
Dislodging devotion to You
In purity and simplicity
Draw me to the secret place
Where it’s just me and You
Where things whispered
In empty rooms move
Heaven and earth
Where miracles are birthed
And no one else sees
God, You call — in the secret place
God, You wait — in the secret place
God, You see — in the secret place
God, You hear — in the secret place
Nothing else matters
