| Waiting for that other shoe to drop
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| And you swear this world’s gonna come to a stop
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| Drowning on dry land a can’t come up for air
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| Your knees are so weak and you look at that mountain
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| Say there’s no way over and no way around it
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| And it feels like you’re so far from home
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| Even God’s not there
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| But
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| Oh but every single sparrow flying
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| And every broken soul that’s crying
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| He can see yeah you’re in His reach
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| If He can hold an ocean back with one little shore
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| Then what’s all this worry and doubting for
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| Oh I believe He holds everything
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| When it’s late at night and you’re staring at the stack of bills
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| It don’t add up and you don’t know how it will
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| Clinging to your mother’s faith with a half-hearted prayer
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| But you still don’t know
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| When the anchor man breaks in on your TV
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| And says these times they won’t be easy
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| And fear sets in and you wanna give in
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| Just let it go
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| Oh let it go
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| Every single sparrow flying
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| And every broken soul that’s crying
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| He can see yeah you’re in His reach
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| If he can hold an ocean back with one little shore
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| Then what’s all this worry and doubting for
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| Oh I believe, yeah I believe He holds everything, he holds everything |