I wander into the mystery of your glory
flawed by my wrongful perception
My lips shut, my heart open
Dancing to the presence of your music
I strip myself bare, unclothed before the ever-flowing stream of your wisdom
Forgive me, o Lord! I have been wronged
by this, jovial nature of blasphemy
Cackling before our faces, and i'm caught in it
Questioning your existence, by the features which you gave
Atheists refusing to believe, ridiculing your image as a white person
But, I know my God
I look to the sky and find him there
I'm stripped of my turmoiled fears
I look unto the breasts I grapled as a kid
Suckling into life, and becoming as I am now
You put her there, right in my life
God isn't just sitting idly on the throne
He is the love that burns in my heart
He makes me smile, when brooms threaten to sweep away any joy from our sorrowful lips
Forgive me, O Lord! For I am most grateful
by the beauty of the suffering that tests our faith.
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