The sweater

You promised not to think about me
But you're praying for me so selfishly
They found out who that sweater's for
The Truth is woven closely like never before

I Am not the flesh I wear
That is the covering when the soul is bear
You see me 'cause your eyes are blind
I'm not sorry you love my mind

I'm not saying that I found my way in
I am home
I want Him in the place between
I am home

I'm a prophet who's afraid to speak
And a smart man who thinks weak
If I fall down I know it's never alone
He'll pick me up while they gather stones

I'm here to watch you sleep
I want to be one of your counted sheep
My voice is calling from an open door
When we leave for an eternal shore

I'm not saying how I found my way in
I am home
I want Him in that place between us
I am home

I'm not saying how I found my way in
I am home
I want him in that space between us
I am home, I am home.