4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Thank you, rain
For being free the night that nothing else was
Thank you, empty hands
For being finally light enough to hold
Thank you, wrong door
With the fold-crease shirt behind it
Thank you, terrible pasta
Thank you, candle doing its best
[Chorus]
How about that
The bottom was a doorway
How about that
The nothing was the gift
What if every loss was freight
Arriving with my name on it
Thank you, ruin
Thank you, rain
Thank you, all of it
[Verse 2]
Thank you, five-dollar socks
For teaching me what money's for
Thank you, paper hat
Heavier with honor than a crown
Thank you, borrowed hoodie
Handed through a doorway late at night.
Thank you, handkerchief
Passed down a pew by strangers looking away
[Chorus]
How about that
The wreckage was a road
How about that
The stripping was a bath
What if grace was in the takings
As deep as in the gifts
Thank you, winter
Thank you, lamp
Thank you, cracked spine
[Bridge]
And thank you, slow work
The prayer I only get halfway through
The light that stays on anyway
The names I say into the dark
Some things heal at the speed of seasons
Some debts dissolve like snow
I was in a hurry my whole life
And forever said take it slow
[Verse 3]
Thank you, mother with a legal pad
Thank you, quiet man who knew about the seam
Thank you, friend who came to my table
And put the whole weight down
Thank you, man asleep upstairs
With your hand that finds my back
You wanted only me, for free, forever
Of all the things
Of all the impossible things
[Final Chorus]
How about that
I came here pre-paid
How about that
And he gave me back for free
The lowest price the world could print
Outbid by grace at dawn
Thank you, rain and all
Thank you, rain and all
For carrying me home
[Outro]
Thank you, rain
Thank you, name
Thank you, morning
Thank you, thank you
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