Written by Mark Robertson
I can't tell You nothing, I can't tell You nothing You don't know
but it must amount to something, it must have meaning above and below
So I pray anyway, though some days I'm not sure if You can hear me
all that stands in the way, try to break it down again today
I give all I have to give, it's not enough, but I can't live
Chorus:
Without the passion of the one who shaped it all
Created the heavens and the earth, yet saved my soul
But that's nothing you don't know
Could it be just one thing, is missing from my life, I wouldn't know
So I just keep on going, trying to maintain the spin control
And I stay anyway, though some days I confess I feel like running
If I stray, run away, I know I'd be back so why not stay
And give thanks that You forgive, I shouldn't ask, but I can't live
Chorus
How do You do this? I'm sure I'm not the only one who puts You through this
Nothing but chaos, still You are not moved,
But then again, that's nothing You don't know
(c)1999 Alien Autopsy/SESAC
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