"Where Are You?"

Walking through the garden
In the cool of the day,
Hidden in the fig leaves,
We hear God pass our way...
"Where are you?"

Many times we wonder
And even think it odd,
How we can be so dense
To think we hide from God...
"Where are you?"

Can we really fool Him,
"The Knower of All Things?"
When we hide in our sin,
Oh, discord that it brings...
"Where are you?"

Entering our garden,
No question in His mind,
God knows right where we're at.
It's He we need to find...
"Where are you?"