| Where… where do I begin?
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| How do I say what’s on my heart with paper and a pen?
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| How… how can I describe
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| The God of all the universe and make it rhyme?
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| I just wonder if it’s worth
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| Painting You with so few words
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| Oh, with so few words
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| Still there’s something about You
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| That keeps me in pursuit of who You are
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| I will spend my days, finding ways to praise
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| The glory and the grace of who You are
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| Why… why do I even try?
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| If I could speak the tongue of every man I’m still tongue-tied
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| What can I say about You
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| When everything I have won’t do Oh, it will not do Still there’s something about You
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| That keeps me in pursuit of who You are
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| I will spend my days, finding ways to praise
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| The glory and the grace of who You are
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| As long as life runs through my veins
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| I will live to praise Your name
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| And if a hundred years I live
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| I won’t even scratch, I won’t even scratch the surface
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| Still there’s something about You
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| That keeps me in pursuit of who You are
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| I will spend my days, finding ways to praise
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| The glory and the grace of who You are |