Kevin Downswell - Close To You Lyrics
Lyrics
Sitting right here all alone
thinking of You, only You
You on my mind, You in my heart
But still I feel, that we are so far apart
Lord I feel so empty, I need to know
Because I have prayed and poured out my heart
What can I do to get close
Can I get close, close to You,
close to You, closer to You?
Can I get close, close to You
close to You, closer to You?
I want to cry, I want to scream
But I don't wanna die Jesus
Before I'm drawn close to You
My heart is beating fastmy hands are shaking
But I will still wait
Till i receive by faith
Yet I'm still eager to be drawn close to You
Can I get close, close to You,
close to You, closer to You?
Can I get close, close to You
close to You, closer to You?
Can I get close to You
Draw me nearer,
Draw me nearer blessed Lord
To thy precious wounded side
Close to You, Close to You
All I long is ...
Can I get close, close to You,
close to You, closer to You?
Can I get close, close to You
close to You, closer to You?
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Kevin Downswell close to you
Meaning & Inspiration
I’ve sat in that chair before, staring at the wall, thinking I’m talking to a ghost because the silence feels heavier than the actual noise in my head. When Downswell sings about feeling like he and God are so far apart while his heart is already full of the man, it’s like he’s naming the exact ache I try to hide. We talk about God being everywhere, but there’s this specific, desperate gravity when you’re sitting there pouring everything out and the sky just feels like brass. It’s not a lack of belief; it’s an overabundance of want.
He says he doesn’t want to die before he’s drawn close, and that line hit me harder than I expected. Most of the time I’m just trying to get through the Tuesday or pay the rent, but underneath it all, there’s this low-level panic that I’m going to spend my whole life standing on the porch of the house I’m supposed to be living in. I’m tired of the perimeter. It makes me think of Jacob wrestling in the dark, just refusing to let go until he’s marked by the encounter. That’s not a polite prayer. That’s a hunger that ruins your sleep.
The music pulls back into this, almost rhythmic, begging. It’s honest because it doesn’t resolve the distance. He’s still asking if he can get closer by the end, which is the only real way to pray, I think. We want the neat answer, the arrival, the moment where the distance evaporates into thin air, but usually, we just end up waiting with shaking hands. Maybe the faith isn't in knowing He's there but in refusing to stop reaching for the hem of a garment even when your fingers are numb. I’m still waiting to feel the shift, but I suppose the wanting is part of the work.