Michael W. Smith
Reach Out To Me
Another million miles from the truth now
I know there's peace but I can't
Figure out how
To stop this race that's taking over me
I'm under the gun I wait for you to see
Chorus:
Oh, please reach out to me
Open my eyes to see
I'm running from you now
Come rescue me somehow
Another scar from fighting the truth now
Has left me like a stranger to my need now
A masquerade, a game to figure out now
A cruel charade I cannot scream aloud
A narrow stretch of road in the way now
A heavy load still hanging on to me now
I'm in a maze that I can't seem to get out
Without a view from these shoulders of doubt