Everybody runs. Everybody hides
Everybody tries to say
It's not their fault
But the truth remains
Our sins are hard to miss
Only God's love can save us
Why do people run
Why do people hide
Why do people try to say
It's not their fault
When the tɾuth ɾemains
God's love is hard to [C7]miss
O Lord, thank you [A7for [Dm7]being
Patient with my [A]wayward heart
You whispered, I love you
Until I finally accepted
It as tɾuth
