Floden

A river flows, a gentle stream through my life
I’m filled with warmth and peace when I wade through your reeds
And every time I dare to dive into you, I feel whole and clean
And I sense a soothing light coursing through my bones

I wonder now why I don’t bathe in it more
Why, why when I feel the good you do for me
It almost seems like I’m trying to avoid it
And I feel scared of the grace and joy you give me
Strange, strange

There’s a well, a source of life in my own place
Love is the name, and my vision clears with the slightest sip
And every time I dare to drink from it, I feel whole and clean
And I sense a soothing light coursing through my bones

I wonder now why I don’t drink from it more
Why, why when I feel the good you do for me
It almost seems like I’m trying to avoid it
And I feel scared of the grace and joy you give me
Strange, strange

I want to defy the resistance I have to accepting what is good
It’s not smart to walk around looking for what I’ve already got

I wonder now why I don’t bathe in it more
Why, why when I feel the good you do for me
It almost seems like I’m trying to avoid it
And I feel scared of the grace and joy you give me
Strange, strange