Hidden pain. Hidden greed.
Hidden addiction. Hidden grief.

Hidden hate. Hidden loves.
Hidden fear. Hidden sin.

Lord, we all have something to hide.
Why did you make us this way?
Why couldn't we have stayed perfect?
Why are we left to hide all the crap of our lives?

We want to face our sin.
We want to face our pain.
We want to face the things that don't want to leave.

But those things stay here.
They lurk around the corner.
Just trying to make us go berserk.

Lord, we all have something to hide.
Why did you make us this way?
Why couldn't we have stayed perfect?
Why are we left to hide all the crap of our lives?

Could it be because you love us?
What a confused state that seems to be.
You love us but you leave us to choose.
Will we keep hiding our stuff or will we give it to you?

But even given to you, our stuff is still there.
It grabs us in times of weakness.
It lures us in times of angst.

But you call us to you ... you ask us to bare it all.
And you will take it.

I wonder, though ...
If I keep hiding ... if I keep stuffing it all deep down inside ...
Where will that leave me?

I know you'll love me just the same
But will you accept me when I am still hiding my crap?

I know the answer ... you know the answer
I seek to quit hiding all this stuff
And instead to drop it all and fall into your love for me.

But it can be so hard ...

Lord, we all have something to hide.
Why did you make us this way?
Why couldn't we have stayed perfect?
Why are we left to hide all the crap of our lives?