When all turn deaf ears
When all eyes look with scorn
When all hands point accusing fingers
When all tongues cast aspersions

Run, run to his warm embrace
Grace is waiting to accept u
Just d way u are

When d music stops playing
And d party is over
When d curtains are drawn
And d show is over
When all doors are closed
Then you will really truly
Know dat
All u have and all u
Will ever need is God