Intro: "Finger pick" I hear footsteps in the garden, and I know the Lord is near, and he calls me by my name. Saying , why are you hiding? Why are you hiding? Why do you hide from me my son And I answered more louldly that I might have done, I feel naked and ashamed, I've sinned against you father, and I've no one but myself to blame. And he says you are not naked but you are clothed in the grace of my son, come and let me lead your to where your journy will be done. Why are you hiding? Why are you hiding? Why do you hide from me my son? Why are you hiding? Why are you hiding? Why do you hide? I miss you my love. Soooo Intro: again