by Michael W. Smith
on Michael W. Smith 2 (1984)

Caught in a dream of where I wanna be
Wrapped in a web of where I am
I feel the wall between what is and what should be
If I'd be waiting for a miracle
You hear me praying for a plan
You are the only one who bent to rescue me

Chorus:
Then you take away the distance
Between the truth and me
And you give a simple reason to my restless rhyme
Oh, hide me in the heaven,
You have hell within your hand
And make a way to find a way to soothe my mind

There is a way that must seem right to me
A dim reflection of what's good
Just an illusion of the best that I can be
But there's another plan you offered me
I wish I always understood
So when you see right through my thoughts and all my needs

Chorus

Please come soothe my mind

You always take away the distance
Between the truth and me
And you give a simple reason to my restless rhyme
And you hide me in the heaven,
You have hell within your hand
You always make a way to find a way to soothe my mind

Repeat 2 more times with slight adlib