In the Comfort of a Stranger\'s Arms

in the comfort of a stranger\'s arms
and their unfamiliar bed
i would lay all of my vain desires

in sin that left me dead 

 

my temptations were engulfed in flames 
fuelled by an oedipus complex
the attention of men i did require
obtained in premarital sex

 

these passions ignited a smoking pyre
upon which i worshiped myself
sacrificing my inner child
who cried and screamed for help

 

until I touched a flame that did not burn 
but cleansed my broken heart 
it sanctified this temple and--
worked me over like a work of art 

the love of a Father, had now come to me
and said, -\"you are not your own.\"
His Son lifted my burdens and my spirit
in the greatest love i have ever known