Ask Me
(Recorded by Amy Grant)


I see her as a little girl, hiding in her room.
She takes another bath and she sprays her mama's perfume.
She tries to wipe away the sent he left behind.
But it haunts her mind.
Now she's this little rag. Nothing more than just a waif.
And she's mopping up his need. She is tired and afraid.
Maybe she'll find a way through these awful years.
To disappear.

Ask me if I think, there's a God up in the Heaven.
Where did He go in the middle of her shame?
Ask me if I think, there's a God up in the Heavens.
I see no mercy and no one down here's naming names.
Nobody's naming names.

Now she's looking in the mirror at a lovely woman face.
No more frightened little girl. Like she's gone without a trace.
But still she leaves a light, burning in the hall.
It's hard to sleep at all.
Now she crawls up in her bed, acting quiet as a mouse.
Deep inside she's listening for a creaking in the house.
But no one's left to harm her. She's finally safe and sound.
There's a peace she's found.

Ask her how she knows, there's a God up in the Heaven.
Where did He go in the middle of her shame?
Ask her how she knows, there's a God up in the Heavens.
She says, His mercy is bringing her life again.
Ask me how I know, there's a God up in the Heaven.
Where did He go in the middle of her shame?
Ask me how I know, there's a God up in the Heavens.
She says, His mercy is bringing her life again.
She's coming to life again.

She's in the middle of her shame.
Ask me how I know.
Ask me how I know.
There's a God up in the Heaven.

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This song was among the many I learned about at folksinger Gerri Gribi's Webpage. I hope you'll take a moment to visit her page and suggest some songs for her exhaustive list! Thanks Gerri!

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