The Fence

I can hear Him calling From His house up on the hill Surrounded by those rolling fields of grace But I've been caught in This doubt that plagues me still I've tried, but it won't let me past the gate So I'll be on the outskirts Where heathens like me are Close enough to feel it But still be way too far 'Cause if I can't see your hand working How do I run to your arms? Faith don't make no sense Do You still love me while I'm sitting on the fence I've been praying But it don't feel the same 'Cause all my whispers turn into a yell So I'll keep waiting While my spirit calls Your name And all the other parts of me rebel I'll be on the outskirts Where heathens like me are Close enough to feel it But still feel way too far 'Cause if I can't see your hand working How do I run to your arms? Faith don't make no sense Do You still love me while I'm sitting on the fence Do You still love me? Do You still love me When my faith is dead and cold? Do You still love me? Do You still love me? Oh, I know I'm hard to hold No, it don't make sense But You still love me while I'm sitting on the fence