Comfort in your strangeness

by Cynthia Alexander

Woke up this morning
I was staring at the ceiling cracks
And roadmaps and highways and landscapes
I have seen, I have been to places
Far and deep in my mind only to find
Comfort in Your strangeness

Of moving shadows when I call the wind by name
Rushing firewater in the dark of a cloud
I have seen, I have been to places
Far and deep in my mind only to find
Comfort in Your strangeness

We are slaves to the crimes we commit
In fits of passion, we shame
We are nothing, we are nothing, we are nothing
But dust on Your feet, dying to be born again
Singing ether water fire, singing earth, singing air

I have seen, I have been to places
Far and deep in my mind only to find
Comfort in Your strangeness