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Peek-A-Boo
Hiding, hiding…shhh!
Hiding behind a tree
Peek-a-boo, do you see me
Don’t play games you cannot win
Hiding behind this tree
Hiding your sin
This tree you hide behind
So strong and secure
The image of what you want others to see
When they come knocking at your door
Peek-a-boo
The wind of deliverance is
Coming, coming
Do you hear it
Blowing, blowing
Howling, beating, vehemently
Down your path
Don’t run from it
You can’t escape its wrath
Let it uproot the tree of falsehood
You have clinged to so long
Pretending to be perfect
when so much is wrong
the tree is withering wearing thin
we can see you now
though you are still hiding
back sliding, your pride in
perpetrating and lying
to yourself only
peek-a-boo we see you
the wind of deliverance is
coming, coming
don’t you hear it
blowing, blowing
howling beating
vehemently down you path
don’t run from it
you can’t escape its wrath
let the holy wind of change set you free
if not you will become withered
weary, thin of strength, void of fruit
as the tree of lies you are hiding behind
hiding behind
peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
he sees you
through and through
behind the mask
the front forward
impressive tasks
he knows your heart deep within
he wants to uproot he tree of sin
he is ready to set you free just ask
breaking chains of generations past
breaking chains of generations past
stop running, stop hiding your pride in
come out, come out, wherever you are
come out come out, wherever you are
from behind, the charade and you will find
the substance you have been searching for
a real walk, a real talk, real, deep down real
not an act, a performance well played
but the consistence of character
from which you delayed
peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
god sees you
the wind of deliverance is coming, coming
don’t you hear it blowing, blowing
howling, beating vehemently down your path
don’t run from it, you can’t escape its wrath
peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, God sees you
