Father I sit here in your presence
And my thoughts they are on you
But I'm concerned about your children
Because of all the things they do

They breathe your air . . . you give them life
They take it all in stride
And when it comes to serving you
They just slip away and hide

But don't they even know Lord
Oh don't they even care
That time is winding up for them
And your eyes are everywhere

Those things done in the darkness
You'll bring them to the light
Those things they do in secret
Is open to your sight

But I sit here in your presence
And I hear you gently say
But daughter they won't get away
Oh no . . . they'll surely pay

They'll answer for all the things they've done
They'll reap just what they sow
And when they come out of hiding
This God they sure will know