God and I we have an on and off relationship

Sometimes it’s hard to know what the other is thinking.

But we keep on trying over, over again.

Yes we keep on trying to find our way, our way back again.

God and I we mostly give the silent treatment,

I need space, need time, need to find myself.

And I know it’s me, it’s me, it’s me, yeah I know it’s me.

I know I’ve changed and lost my way,

Lost my way to the ground.

To the ground, to the ground, the ground of my being.

This ground may not be holy but I know that it can hold me.

This ground may not be holy but I know that it can hold me.

Now I’ve come crawling back to find my senses.

The smell of dampened earth between my fingers.

When I kneel down I no longer raise my palms up.

When I kneel down I dig my hands deep into the ground.

Into the ground, into the ground, the ground of my being.

This ground may not be holy but I know that it can hold me.

This ground may not be holy but I know that it can hold me.