| God spoke and the formless earth was sculpted
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| His poetry producing populations, making constellations
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| With his conversations gazing at his own creation
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| Proclaiming it was good and there we stood
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| Fashioned from the dust
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| With authority He orchestrated organisms and every single cell in every
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| ecosystem
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| Every creature that dwells
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| The planets, the plants
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| The whole expanse, the sky above your head
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| And the ground where you stand
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| The clouds and the rain, the soil that soaks it up
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| And feeds tiny seeds so they sprout and vegetation proceeds
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| Infinite wisdom intrinsic within him, self-sufficient
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| Intricate systems begin and end with His decisions Lofty
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| Out of reach, how he procreated with speech
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| So it’s appropriate for us to be completely in awe
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| I don’t why, still I try
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| To wrap my mind around You
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| Your thoughts are higher, Your ways are better
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| And I’m in awe
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| So bring me up to where You are
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| Bring me up to where You are
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| It’s evident in creation that God is the primary cause
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| The origin of all scientific laws
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| Everything else is secondary
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| The very breath that comes from lungs is caused by the fact that God is involved
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| One must begin with the mind that was given to him to even believe he’s evolved
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| I’m in awe when I think about quantum mechanics and the rotation of planets
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| And the exact calculation of the universe is permanently impossible to manage
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| How photosynthesis takes place to perfectly convert the vividness of light into
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| chemical energy
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| For the purpose of maintaining and giving life
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| Intelligent design doesn’t even begin to define his creative craftsmanship
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| Any attempt to align the mind of mankind to divine is insufficient and
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| inadequate
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| It’s too lofty and far beyond us that God would not remain anonymous
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| Correspond with us and out of all of God’s creation would become fond of us
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| I don’t why, still I try
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| To wrap my mind around You
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| Your thoughts are higher, Your ways are better
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| And I’m in awe
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| So bring me up to where You are
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| Bring me up to where You are
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| But worth, value, and beauty is not determined by some innate quality
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| But by the length for which the owner would go to possess them
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| And broken and ugly things just like us are stamped «Excellent»
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| With ink tapped in wells of divine veins
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| A system of redemption that could only be described as perfect
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| A seal of approval, fatal debt removal
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| Promised, prominent, perfect priest
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| Brilliant designed system, redemption for our kinsmen
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| Can only be described as perfect with excellent execution
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| And I’m in awe, the only one truly excellent
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| The only source of excellence
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| We are declared excellent only by his decree with his system
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| The only accurate response is awe
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| So we make lofty art
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| See the presence of good art will unconsciously refine a community
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| And poor art will do it incalculable harm
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| Only accomplished in the light of his excellency
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| It’s too high, it’s lofty
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| I don’t why, still I try
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| To bring something of worth
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| My words are fleeting
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| They’re flawed, depleting
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| And you’re leaving me in awe
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| Bring me up to where You are, God |