Mystery

Mystery
By Sara Groves

I see my faith before me
It’s always there before me
And I can no more own it
Than I can own the road that I am on.

I don’t know where it leads me
I don’t know where it leads me
Peace and resurrection
Suffering and dejection
I don’t know.

And my body’s tired
From trying to bring you here.
And my brow is furrowed
Trying to see things clear.

So I’ll turn my back to the black
And fall
And wait for the mystery
To rise up and meet me.

There are as many takers
As there are hearts to take it.
There are so many fakers
I myself have faked it, I should know.

Sometimes this has left me
Groping in the darkness
Hoping in the darkness
I will run into you again.

And my body’s tired
From trying to bring you here.
And my brow is furrowed
Trying to see things clear.

So I’ll turn my back to the black
And fall
And wait for the mystery
To rise up and meet me.

And my body’s tired
From trying to bring you here.
And my brow is furrowed
Trying to see this clear.

So I’ll turn my back to the black
And fall
Pray for the mystery
To rise up and meet me.

Wait for the mystery
To rise up and lead me home.