Cradle

What’s this balance I search for Rocking left to right, front and back Is there a middle, is there an end I come to find I cradle

A starting place, to stand from, to hang from I support myself within a protective frame A planning device sought in the fabric of life My cradle, I hold myself carefully I put my body in the safety of my own hands

I’m to nurture myself My soiled life, I wash my soul I’ve disgraced myself Hmm, whoa, whoa, whoa Hmm, whoa, whoa, whoa

Cradle of life in a place with no sun, moon, or stars I rest my head on the lap of my God I seek forgiveness that’s nowhere to be found Cradled in the hand of my God, I withstand the silence Hmm, whoa, whoa, whoa Hmm, Oh, Hmm, Oh, so loud my silence

Cradled so far from home, I stand naked all alone My soul exposed, all to see and poke No where to hide, no where to turn Cradled so far from me I’m to nurture myself, it seems I’m to put me in the safety of my own hands

I cradle to ease my pain So tight this corner I’ve made for me I seek my own love I feel God’s hand, my hand it seems So gentle my touch, my hand cradles my heart Hmm, whoa, whoa, whoa Hmm, Oh, Hmm, Oh, with ease I’m in my silence