Mystery
There is only one
Who commands the morning
And put twilight in its place
There is only one
Whose womb has birthed the ice
A father to the rain
How can I answer You?
There's no measure by which to compare!
Every moment of being declares
The reason that I am alive
Is to be in Your presence
To yield my life to the will of my King
The way that I find myself
Is in quietly trusting
When Your ways may be a mystery
You're the only one
Who gives the lion its strength
And makes the eagle fly
You're the only one
Who knows the darkest depths
And the dwelling place of light
How can I answer You?
There's no measure by which to compare!
Every moment of being declares
The reason that I am alive
Is to be in Your presence
To yield my life to the will of my King
The way that I find myself
Is in quietly trusting
When Your ways may be a mystery
How can I answer You?
There's no measure by which to compare!
Every moment of being declares
The reason that I am alive
Is to be in Your presence
To yield my life to the will of my King
The way that I find myself
Is in quietly trusting
When Your ways may be a mystery
Who commands the morning
And put twilight in its place
There is only one
Whose womb has birthed the ice
A father to the rain
How can I answer You?
There's no measure by which to compare!
Every moment of being declares
The reason that I am alive
Is to be in Your presence
To yield my life to the will of my King
The way that I find myself
Is in quietly trusting
When Your ways may be a mystery
You're the only one
Who gives the lion its strength
And makes the eagle fly
You're the only one
Who knows the darkest depths
And the dwelling place of light
How can I answer You?
There's no measure by which to compare!
Every moment of being declares
The reason that I am alive
Is to be in Your presence
To yield my life to the will of my King
The way that I find myself
Is in quietly trusting
When Your ways may be a mystery
How can I answer You?
There's no measure by which to compare!
Every moment of being declares
The reason that I am alive
Is to be in Your presence
To yield my life to the will of my King
The way that I find myself
Is in quietly trusting
When Your ways may be a mystery
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