| If I didn’t know what it hurt like to be broken
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| Then how would I know what it feels like to be whole
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| If I didn’t know what it cuts like to be rejected
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| Then I wouldn’t know the joy of coming home
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| Maybe it’s ok if I’m not ok
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| 'Cause the One who holds the world is holding on to me
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| Maybe it’s all right if I’m not all right
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| 'Cause the One who holds the stars is holding my whole life
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| If I didn’t know what it looked like to be dirty
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| Then I wouldn’t know what it feels like to be clean
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| And if all of my shame hadn’t drove me to hide in the shadows
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| Then I wouldn’t know the beauty of being free
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| Maybe it’s ok if I’m not ok
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| 'Cause the One who holds the world is holding on to me
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| Maybe it’s all right if I’m not all right
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| 'Cause the One who holds the stars is holding my whole life
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| Father, let Your kingdom come, let Your will be done
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| Here, in my heart as in Heaven
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| Father, let Your kingdom come, let Your will be done
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| Here, in my heart as in Heaven, oh!
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| Maybe it’s ok if I’m not ok
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| 'Cause the One who holds the world is holding on to me
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| Maybe it’s all right if I’m not all right
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| 'Cause the One who holds the stars is holding my whole life
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| Now I’m alive in You
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| We’re bursting at the seams
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| Now I’m alive and I see You in everything
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| Maybe it’s ok if I’m not ok |