(Steven Curtis Chapman)
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[Rom. 11: 33-36; Psalm 8: 3-4; 95: 3-6; 103: 13-22]
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And the pain falls like a curtain
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On the things I once called certain
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And I have to say the words I fear the most
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I just don't know
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And the questions without answers
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Come and paralyze the dancer
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So I stand here on the stage afraid to move
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Afraid to fall, oh, but fall I must
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On this truth that my life has been formed from the dust
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God is God and I am not
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I can only see a part of the picture He's painting
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God is God and I am man
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So I'll never understand it all
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For only God is God
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And the sky begins to thunder
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And I'm filled with awe and wonder
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'Til the only burning question that remains
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Is who am I
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Can I form a single mountain
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Take the stars in hand and count them
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Can I even take a breath without God giving it to me
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He is first and last before all that has been
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Beyond all that will pass
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Oh, how great are the riches of His wisdom and knowledge
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How unsearchable for to Him and through Him and from Him are all things
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So let us worship before the throne
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Of the One who is worthy of worship alone
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God Is God
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Steven Curtis Chapman |