I thought I could hide from God or at least He would not see,
The two faces that I wore and both of them were me.
You know how it goes, on Sundays you’re at your best,
Then, ‘til Sunday comes again, you’re just like all the rest.
In fact there’s little difference, between you and the World you serve,
Only to blame the Devil and his Cohorts, for what you earned and deserve.
Like me you start to praying, still hoping God cannot see,
Wearing a face for church and the world—waiting to be exposed in me.
Until one day I was reading my Bible, in Psalm One thirty-nine,
I found I was the only one fooled, all of this precious time.
It said, God really knew me before ever a thing I did,
And all of my wretchedness-- from Him was never hid!
He even knows what I’ll say before ever a word to be,
“Oh my Lord, my precious; my Lord help please, this can’t be the real me.”
God searches the heart of man, no matter what our words may say,
He judges us for our motives, knowing why we do things this way.
And when no one else is looking; and no one else could know,
God hears, sees and knows me, wherever, and whenever I go.
I thought no one could see me, when I wanted to hide the most,
But in me lies God’s Spirit—I can’t hide from the Holy Ghost!
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