Permission to hide

Permission to hide 
by Joel Howard 

Abba here alone I cry,
"Do I have permission to hide? 
Sin is cold - yes cold outside 
Do I have permission to hide?
Loneliness requires too much, I'll die! 
Do I have permission to hide 
in the Father's arms and eyes? 
Can You gently quiet my mind? 
Far too long I have strived
Do I have permission to hide?”