Chris' prayer: Jars of Clay's "Crazy Times"

I lose things more than I care to admit. I don't mean lose as in "forever" lose, although I do that quite a bit. I mean "temporarily misplace." I'm constantly having to look for my keys, my book, my phone, my mail, and whatever else I might need to find before I was supposed to leave 5 minutes ago.

I always seem to wind up looking for these things in places where I know they could not possibly be. Why would my keys be in the bathroom? Why would my book be in the closet? Why would that one shirt be in the kitchen cabinets? I'm not sure why, but that's the way it happens, with me eventually finding my stuff right where it was supposed to be, much like the subject of today's song, who spends two verses, two refrains, and a bridge trying to dig herself out of a hole before realizing where she was supposed to be all along:

Beside your bed
You kneel in the dark

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