Stranger

We know the heart of the stranger
The echoing sound of his footsteps
Take comfort in his eyes
The uncertainty is familiar
And the shadow of his hardships
Is the fallen crest of time

We know the fear of the stranger
The pregnant desperation in his voice
Find sanctuary in his hands
The filth is only warmth
And his glorious gospel
Tempts the mercilessly pure savior

We know the wonder of the stranger
The pungent lash of realized reality
Seek out his silent answers
The foreign feels like home
And his sun-kissed darkness
Fights the comfort of our cradle