I’ve been finding comfort
in the unseen.
All that it asks of me
is that I believe.
A single wreck disabled
all the night.
Swept right off
the table of my life.
Don’t got no problem,
no-no-no more,
singing with grace
in my heart I poured, out.
Putting despair away,
not fair today.
All that I can witness,
a hand that holds on tight
when I cry and beg forgiveness;
I’m relying blind.
A warm home
full of winter friends.
A fire burning
low beside the bed.
Got no problem,
no-no-no more,
singing for grace
in my heart,
I’m warm.
Been finding comfort
in the unseen,
all that it asks of me
is that I believe
and comfort
is everything I’ve ever begged for;
all that and more.
Come in where it’s warm.
HG – 2000-2005
