The Intervening Distance

I'm a rainy Monday, when the world is new
When Christ is new in me,
When the old is left undone

I'm not your grieving Father,
I'm not the break in your broken home
I'm not too silent but you should be speaking
I'm the intervening distance

The colors always yellow and the clocks always at three
Sometimes you're never lonely
Sometimes you eat, you drink and you breathe

I'm a kitchen table and a shelter in your storm
If you let me be your window
I'll make my love your world

But I'm not your grieving Father
I'm not the break in your broken home
I'm not too silent but you should be speaking
I'm the intervening distance

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