| Strangely Normal |
| SHE WAS GETTING SICK N TIRED OF BEING SICK N TIRED SHE'D DRINK THREE CUPS OF COFFEE AND GET REALLY WIRED SHE TWITCH N MOAN AND SHAKE HER HEAD LIE ON THE FLOOR PRETEND SHE WAS DEAD SHE WAS NORMAL BUT AT THE SAME TIME STRANGE STRANGELLY NORMAL STRANGE STRANGELY NORMAL THERE AIN'T NOBODY ELSE SHE WAS BORN TO BE SHE'D DROWN HERSELF IN A POOL OF LIQUID MAKE-UP WISHED SHE HAD A BOYFRIEND SO SHE COULD BREAK UP SHE'D TAKE HERSELF TO ALL THOSE UGLY PLACES MAKE HER SICK OF ALL THOSE BEAUTIFUL FACES SHE WAS NORMAL BUT AT THE SAME TIME STRANGE STRANGELY NORMAL STRANGE STRANGELY NORMAL THERE AIN'T NOBODY ELSE SHE WAS BORN TO BE MAKE FOR YOURSELF NO APOLOGIES KEEP YOUR EYES ON JESUS AND LET HIM BE THE AUTHOR OF OUR LIVES LOOKING BACK ONE WE'LL SAY BY FOLLOWING JESUS WE BECOME WHO WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AND THAT'S ALL WE WANT YOU ARE THE HANDS WE ARE THE CLAY MOLD US AND MAKES US STRANGE YOU ARE THE HANDS WE ARE THE CLAY MAKE US AND MOLD US SOMETHING SPECIAL STRANGELY NORMAL AIN'T NOBODY ELSE WE WERE BORN TO BE |
| I began writing this song in New Zealand. I spent far too long looking for answers as to who I was, why being adopted, these were the big questions until recently, like a ton of bricks, the answer landed. I have become and becoming who I am due to the commitment to Jesus. Nature and nurture have their places, but our identity must come from who we are in Christ. He will make us strangely normal. --Phil Joel |