If I could just hear Your voice
Maybe my soul could still rejoice
Maybe the love could still be my choice
And I wouldn't let You down
But in confidence and pain
Hand in the fire, hand in the rain
May my whole life be raised
To the place above the fray
And it's my desire
It's my desire
It's my desire
To be like You
Many have tried and failed
To determine Your intentions
Spouting hatred with affection
Judgement seeking perfection
But in tragedy and flaws
In the weakness or in applause
May in everything be loved
May in everything be loved
And it's my desire
It's my desire
It's my desire
To be like You
If I could just hear Your voice
Maybe my soul could still rejoice
Maybe the love could still be my choice
And I wouldn't let You down
It's my desire
To be like You
