I hear footsteps in the Garden
And I know the Lord is near
And he calls me by my name
Saying, "Where are you hiding?
Where are you hiding?
Why do you hide?
I miss you, my son
And I answered more loudly than I might have done
"I feel naked and ashamed
I've sinned against you Father
And I've no one but myself to blame"
And he said, "You are not naked
You are clothed in the grace of my son
Come and let me lead you
To where your journey will be done"
Why are you hiding?
Why are you hiding?
Why do you hide from me, my son?
Why are you hiding?
Why are you hiding?
Why do you hide from me
When I love you so?
