It is much easier to look up
And pray to You with reverence
Than to have You stand in front
And look You in the eye with deference
It is much easier to bow my head
And accept Your will and action
Than to lift my gaze and see You
and question my own infraction
It is much easier to let You hide
Behind the silence of Your sunrise
Than to have You speak
And let thunder take me by surprise
It is much easier to stay drunk
And mad in my own mind
Than to have You tell me
that insanity seeks my kind
Elusive Silence 