Does God paint the skies with our eyes in mind?
Does He sit with me and cry even though He knows what's on the other side?
Is my heart like His favorite book?
Does He know more than I thought He could?
And every step I'll take already has His footprint in its place
Perhaps He's more kind
Than we even realize
And He cares for us more
Than we give Him credit for
What a friend He's been to me
So faithful and good before I even knew Him to be
Does God bend to listen to even my weakest whispers?
How does He know what I'm going to say but still wants to hear me anyway?
Are the tears my pillow saw the ones He's counted and bottled up?
His protection knows more than the pain of every closed door
Perhaps He's more kind
Than we even realize
And He cares for us more
Than we give Him credit for
What a friend He's been to me
So faithful and good before I even knew Him to be
He hears
He knows
He cares
He's close
He hears
He knows
He cares
He's close
Perhaps He's more kind
Than we even realize
And He cares for us more
Than we give Him credit for
What a friend He's been to me
So faithful and good before I even knew Him to be
Oh all the ways He loves that we never even see