Babel

When my heart is still and all the thrills are stripped away
When the doing’s done and my work is through
When the silence falls and all that I have left is You
I press my ear up to my Father’s chest
To hear Your beating heart as I simply ask
Am I making You happy?
'Cause all this work is done in vain
If I don’t even notice if You pull away
Am I making You happy?
It’s the hardest part but it’s my Father’s art
Making space for me to safely fall apart
And when the walls come down, I can see clearly now
At the heart of what this whole thing’s really all about
I press my ear up to my Father’s chest
To hear Your beating heart as I simply ask
Am I making You happy?
'Cause all this work is done in vain
If I don’t even notice if You pull away
Am I making You happy?
Am I making You happy?
Oh, remind me
That in all I do Your presence is my prize
Oh remind me
That in all I do Your presence is my prize
Oh remind me
That in all I do Your presence is my prize
I press my ear up to my Father’s chest
To hear Your beating heart as I simply ask
Am I making You happy?
'Cause all this work is done in vain
If I don’t even notice if You pull away
Am I making You happy?
Am I making You happy?