Crooked Lines

Lost again

 

Seeking faith

 

In those complicated spaces dubbed as "fate"

 

Don't understand

 

Why this way?

 

Will my demand to know be swept away?

 

 

And any path I take He will remind

 

My troubled mind

 

Mhmmmmm

 

No matter how this crazy life unwinds

 

My Savior's showing me

 

He draws straight

 

With crooked lines

 

 

And when I fall

 

When pain invades

 

Anger is a choice, I'm swept away

 

Renew again

 

Seek Your face

 

In those contemplative spaces

 

Bring Your rain

 

 

 

And any path I take He will remind

 

My troubled mind

 

Mhmmmmm

 

No matter how this crazy life unwinds

 

My Savior's showing me

 

He draws straight

 

With crooked lines

 

 

No matter how this crazy life unwinds

 

My Savior's showing me

 

He draws straight

"I wrote this song about three months before my sister took her life.  A dear friend, who is a Priest, shared a quote from (then) Mother Teresa.  I told him I was going to write a song about that quote, and I did, that very evening.

 

My sister loved the song. It felt hopeful. 

 

Our family never could have known that three months after I penned this song we'd be faced with the most turbulent storm any of us had ever faced.  

Clinging to faith that God can make use of this tragedy and enable us to reach others through it, has been paramount in our survival.

Indeed, in the words of St. Teresa, "God draws straight with crooked lines."

Linda Steber