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