pick me up this threshing floor
tell me i’m special, tell me i’m loved
tell me you sing me a lullaby
every night from above

they told me stories i eventually read
i had no problem calling them true
but now they are feeding me little white lies
making it easier …to follow You

but i don’t believe in You
because i’m supposed to
i won’t pretend to understand
all the works of Your hand

but this much i know is true
i need You

schoolnight fights back when i was a boy
i wanted to stay up till i fell asleep
dad would say – tomorrows another day
as he tucked me under the sheets

in that darkness i had no fear
of the consequence of coming years
i rested in knowing that you knew me
there was more to life than i could see

now i just need to be told once more
that you fuss over those the world ignores
hold me and tell me again
You’re my friend