Text: Nichole Nordeman. This Mystery.
Say goodnight to the light of the setting sun
One more day, one more way
For keeping track of all I've done
I run this race, keep this pace I'm doing fine
And I won't stop until each box
Gets checked a second time
And life becomes the round and round
Revolving door that won't slow down
It won't slow down
Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again?
Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in
Brown and gray from day to day
Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new?
Try and try to invoke us to live in You
That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
This routine is nice and clean from dawn to dusk
I rise and rest, I do my best
When will it ever be enough?
And life becomes the bigger noise
Drowning out Your little voice
Your little voice, Jesus
And do You wish, do You want us to breathe again?
Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in
Brown and gray from day to day
Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new?
Try and try to invoke us to live in You
That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
We take stock, and we punch the clock
And we make sure all those zeros
Have balanced in the end
Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again?
Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in
Brown and gray day after day after day
Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new?
Try and try to invoke us to live in You
We might be the hands and feet of this mystery
We'll be might be the hands and feet
Then we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
This mystery
One more day, one more way
For keeping track of all I've done
I run this race, keep this pace I'm doing fine
And I won't stop until each box
Gets checked a second time
And life becomes the round and round
Revolving door that won't slow down
It won't slow down
Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again?
Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in
Brown and gray from day to day
Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new?
Try and try to invoke us to live in You
That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
This routine is nice and clean from dawn to dusk
I rise and rest, I do my best
When will it ever be enough?
And life becomes the bigger noise
Drowning out Your little voice
Your little voice, Jesus
And do You wish, do You want us to breathe again?
Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in
Brown and gray from day to day
Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new?
Try and try to invoke us to live in You
That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
We take stock, and we punch the clock
And we make sure all those zeros
Have balanced in the end
Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again?
Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in
Brown and gray day after day after day
Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new?
Try and try to invoke us to live in You
We might be the hands and feet of this mystery
We'll be might be the hands and feet
Then we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
This mystery