How many layers must I peel away before I find You in me?
How many wounds have covered Your face when others look to see?
Do they hear Your gentle spirit in my voice?
Or the judgment of the enemy?
How many layers must I tear away, before I find You in me?
Is it warrior prayers streaming from my lips or the cries of a broken child?
Is it a rebel people see in me, or the peace of You when I face trial?
Why do I run so far and so fast
When all you ask is to sit for awhile
How many layers must I chisel away before I see me as Your Child?
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