Daddy, daddy do you miss___ me.
The way I crawled upon Your___knee.
Those childish games of hide and seek
now seem a million miles away.
Or am I what you thought I'd___be.
Now it seems I find myself in need to be forgiven.
Is there still room upon that knee?
If I give my Life if I lay it down
can you turn this Life around, around
can I be made clean by this offering of my soul.
Can I be made whole again?
Have I labored all for noth - ing.
Trying to make it on my own.
Fear to reach out for the hand
of one who'd understand me; say,
I'd rather be here all alone.
It's all my fault I sit and wallow in seclusion.
As if I had no hope at all,
I guess truth becomes you
I have seen it all in motion
that Pride comes before a fall.
Can I offer up this simple prayer.
Pray it finds a simple ear.
A scratch in your infinite time.
Not withstanding my fallings
not withstanding my crime!