This Mystery
Say goodnight to the light of the setting sun
One more day, one more way
Of 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
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
That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
That we might be the hands and feet
That we might be the hands and feet
Of this mystery
This Mystery
