The Fray, Hope, Honesty, and Interpression

I found God on the corner of First in Amistad
Where the west was all but one.
All alone,
Smoking his last cigarette,
I said "Where you been?"
He said, "Ask anything."

Where were you
when everything was falling apart?
All my days,
spent by the telephone.
that never rang.
All i needed was a call
that never came.
The corner of First and Amistad...

Lost and insecure,
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor,
surrounded, surrounded.
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
just a little late...
You found me, you found me

In the end,
everyone ends up alone.
Losing her,
the only one who's ever known
who i am, who im not, who i wanna be.
The way to know
how long she will be next to me...

Lost and insecure,
You found me, you found me.
Lying on the floor,
surround me, surround me.
why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late,
You found me, you found me.

Early morning,
city breaks.
I've been calling
for years and years and years and years.
You never left me no messages;
you never send me no letters;
you got some kind of nerve
taking all of our love.

Lost and insecure,
You found me, you found me
L ying on the floor,
Where were you? Where were you?

Lost and insecure,
You found me, you found me.
lying on the floor,
surround me, surround me.
Why'd you have to wait?
Were were you? Where were you?
Just a little late,
you found me, you found me.

Why'd you have to wait,
To find me?
To find me?
Listen to the song here

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Whoa. You're not supposed to talk to God like that... right?

Maybe it's not that we complain to God, maybe it's what he wants us to. What if He can take it? We all need a shoulder to lean on, why can't ours be God? Maybe God can handle my pain and my questions. Maybe God would prefer the most honest version of me.


I'm not sure what you believe about God, or conversations with God... Perhaps that's a separate conversation. I guess I'm just writing to say that it's okay to be honest, that pain shouldn't stay silent. Questions shouldn't stay silent. We need to say these things out loud. Perhaps hope or healing or even faith, perhaps it begins there, with honesty.




Change begins here, will you join us?
Help is here.
Help is here.
Help is here.