All Things Beautiful – Shelly E. Johnson
Nghệ sĩ: Shelly E. Johnson
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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 son
Such things are too 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 an offering of praise before the One who makes all things
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Maybe, it's not my place to understand
The working of God his divine and mysterious perfect plan
All I know is that He'll work things out,
For good somеhow he'll make it 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 an 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 song to sing despite the pain and suffering
Beautiful, beautiful Oh, how beautiful
The heart that brings an offering of praise before the One who makes all things
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful