I don't know why,
God allows fires and floods.
I don't know how,
He can stand by and watch a mother lose her so.
Such things are to great for me, to understand.
No, I don't understand.
Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
The soul that finds a song to sing,
Despite the pain and suffering.
Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
The heart that brings and offering,
Of praise before the One who makes all things.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
Maybe it's not,
My place to understand,
The workings or God,
His divine and mysterious, perfect plan.
All I know is that He'll work things out,
For good somehow,
He'll make them good somehow.
Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
The soul that finds a song to sing,
despite the pain and suffering.
Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
The heart that brings and offering,
Of praise before the One who makes all things.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
The One who shields our eyes,
From understanding why.
Catches every tear we cry.
And someday,
He'll make all things,
Beautiful, so beautiful.
Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
The soul that finds a new song to sing,
No more pain and suffering.
Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
When every heart that brings and offering,
Of praise before the One who makes all things.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful.
compositores: Shelly E. Johnson
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