| I don’t know why God allows fires and floods
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| I don’t know how He can stand by and watch a mother lose her son
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| Such things are too great for me to understand
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| No, I don’t understand
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| Beautiful, beautiful, oh how beautiful
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| The soul that finds a song to sing
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| Despite the pain and suffering
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| Beautiful, beautiful, oh how beautiful
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| The heart that brings an offering
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| of praise before the One who makes all things
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| Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
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| Maybe it’s not my place to understand
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| the workings of God, His divine and mysterious perfect plan
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| All I know is that He’ll work things out for good somehow
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| He’ll make it good somehow
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| The One who shields our eyes from understanding why
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| catches every tear we cry
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| And someday, He’ll make all things…
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| Beautiful, so beautiful
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| Beautiful, beautiful, oh how beautiful
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| Our souls will have a new song to sing
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| No more pain and suffering
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| Beautiful, beautiful, oh how beautiful
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| When every heart will bring an offering
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| of praise before the One who makes all things
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| Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
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| Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
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| Beautiful, beautiful |