Mind Reader I think my mind is secret like my thoughts are something sacred I think no one knows where my mind goes.

But every single lust, every single inward sneer, every time I fear, it is known.

My mind is open to the probings nothing can I hide though I might try - from the mind reader.

All the people I think about it all comes out. All my plots all my thoughts are known.

All the pain, all the hate. All the judgments all of my doubts. Even in my dreams. No matter how it seems... I am known.

My deepest secrets, good and bad, all the wicked thoughts I've had. The way I lift myself the things I tell no one, the mind reader knows.

Thoughts I consider pointless He says are priceless. All my joys, all my sorrows, all the ideas that I borrow.

What I dwell on, things I've forgotten. What I love, what I hate, what I've set for my fate... Jesus knows.

When I cry, when I laugh, when I need to take a bath my smile's sometimes my biggest lie but He still sees inside.

What my heart sings. What joy His love brings. Who's my friend, who's my man . Oh God, He knows.

There's only one Mind Reader and He knows me.