The Lancean Specificity
Strangers No More
Knowing as I know now going as I go how
I know now and know how I have gone a long way
Toward making my hope of going home come true
Of coming home to put it more immediately
Hoping for home with a hollow heart
Though lost and far away with no idea where to start
But hoping for the best and suffering the rest
Having taken a pretty hard fall or two
And wanting to go home and be safe someday
Having looked into the eyes of strangers and seen
That occasionally one of them knows what I mean
Having found out hope lies in humanity
But in spite of itself tells the truth anyway
Having gotten some scars from catching some stars
Though hard to hope now it was harder before
Stuck in a place between dying and living
The hope for home less hopeful and stranger
Less hopeful or more hopeless I should say
Becoming dangerous and unforgiving
But I am a stranger no stranger to danger
And I know the hard way how home is nowhere now
Knowing as I know now going as I go how
I know now and know how I have a place to stay
And the hope of this will be enough of home for me
Because my home is found in the propinquity
Of another to care enough to dare to understand
A stranger at the door offering a hopeful hand
As if hope were coming home and we were strangers no more
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMX
I know now and know how I have gone a long way
Toward making my hope of going home come true
Of coming home to put it more immediately
Hoping for home with a hollow heart
Though lost and far away with no idea where to start
But hoping for the best and suffering the rest
Having taken a pretty hard fall or two
And wanting to go home and be safe someday
Having looked into the eyes of strangers and seen
That occasionally one of them knows what I mean
Having found out hope lies in humanity
But in spite of itself tells the truth anyway
Having gotten some scars from catching some stars
Though hard to hope now it was harder before
Stuck in a place between dying and living
The hope for home less hopeful and stranger
Less hopeful or more hopeless I should say
Becoming dangerous and unforgiving
But I am a stranger no stranger to danger
And I know the hard way how home is nowhere now
Knowing as I know now going as I go how
I know now and know how I have a place to stay
And the hope of this will be enough of home for me
Because my home is found in the propinquity
Of another to care enough to dare to understand
A stranger at the door offering a hopeful hand
As if hope were coming home and we were strangers no more
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMX
