The rain falls on the righteous and the wicked
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Mine is not to reason why this is
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In this I rest in this I find my refuge
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That my thoughts and ways are not His
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I spend my life on looking up the answers
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It’s rare that I can’t find a reason why
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But reasons fail at children without mothers
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His plan is more than I can know
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Have you ever held in doubt
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What this life is all about
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Have you questioned all these things that seem important to us
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Do you really wanna know
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Or are you a little scared
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You’re afraid that God is not really exactly what you’d have Him be
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What should I hold to and what should I do
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How do I know if anything’s true
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I’m somewhere in-between Canaan and Egypt
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A place called the wilderness
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I’m not one who always trusts their feelings
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I don’t believe in what you’d call blind faith
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But faith that you can do all that you promised
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And you said it all works for good
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It’s safe to say I don’t see the big picture
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I can’t see the forest for the trees
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And if five hundred lives
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Were mine to get to know
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You all could be spent on just this
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God do you really understand what it’s like to be a man
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Have You ever felt the weight of loving all the things you Hate
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Have You struggled have you worried
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How can You sympathize
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I have spoken too soon put my hand over my mouth
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I can’t contend with You
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Your ways are so much higher
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And we pass through the fire that Christ endured before us
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When You were in the wilderness
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Wilderness
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| The O.C. Supertones |
