Those who live up in the heavens
And those who live down in the deepest place on earth
Will hear your name, will know your fame
All creation will look up and see you
Chorus:
You, only You, can lead us to
Your awesome majesty where we
We will be worshiping You only- it's You only
We have heard you in the fire
And we have followed you across the ocean floor
That's how it goes: the story grows
Two thousand years and still you're speaking
Chorus
You came to free them, they condemned you
Nailed you up and tried to tear your glory down
But to their shame, Sunday came
They realized that even death can't hold you
The Answer to the Question
I'm growing tired of a mouth shut tight
When all I want to do is
Tell the whole world about the man sitting
At the right hand of the One in heaven
How could I sing
About anything but him?
Chorus:
He is the answer to the question
He is the cure for the infection
He is all he says he is
He is the ultimate reflection
Of holiness and true perfection
He is all he says he is
How can I not cry?
Watching as the world dies
Without a prayer
They run to their own gods, roughshod
Blind to the living God of earth and heaven
How could they sing
Of everything but him?
