| Michael Card
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| I Corinthians 1:19−25
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| In the ebb and flow of living
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| As we wander through the years
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| We’re told to listen to a voice
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| We can’t here with our ears
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| They say to live by something
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| That you can’t see with your eyes
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| Is there really any purpose
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| To this foolish exercise?
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| Could it be You make Your presence known
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| So often by Your absence?
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| Could it be that questions tell us more
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| Than answers ever do?
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| Could it be that You would really rather die
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| Than live without us?
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| Could it be the only answer that means anything
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| Is You?
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| In our words and in our silence
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| In our pride and in our shame
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| To the genius and the scholar
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| To the foolish and insane
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| To the ones who care to seek You
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| To the ones who never will
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| You are the only answer even still
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| It’s a question you can’t answer
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| An answer you cannot express
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| That the gentle Man of Sorrow
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| Is the source of happiness
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| You’ll never solve the mystery
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| Of this magnetic man
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| For you must believe to understand
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| Could it be the only answer that means anything
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| Is You? |