The Fence

I can hear Him calling
From His house up on the hill
Surrounded by those rolling fields of grace
But I've been caught in
This doubt that plagues me still
I've tried, but it won't let me past the gate

So I'll be on the outskirts
Where heathens like me are
Close enough to feel it
But still be way too far
'Cause if I can't see your hand working
How do I run to your arms?
Faith don't make no sense
Do You still love me while I'm sitting on the fence

I've been praying
But it don't feel the same
'Cause all my whispers turn into a yell
So I'll keep waiting
While my spirit calls Your name
And all the other parts of me rebel

I'll be on the outskirts
Where heathens like me are
Close enough to feel it
But still feel way too far
'Cause if I can't see your hand working
How do I run to your arms?
Faith don't make no sense
Do You still love me while I'm sitting on the fence

Do You still love me?
Do You still love me
When my faith is dead and cold?
Do You still love me?
Do You still love me?
Oh, I know I'm hard to hold
No, it don't make sense
But You still love me while I'm sitting on the fence