Feeling on display Held up to the light Scrutinized through and through Unable to take flight Let me go Flying towards my heart To the Hiding Place Where I can come apart A high place to fall From the ledge of perfection I don't don your approval Only garments of the Son's collection I know its my brain Causing trouble all my days Searching others' thoughts Flesh be gone away! I'm not afraid to fly Up where you can see As long as I'm near The One who gets glory