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• Artiste: Shai Linne
• Titre: Startling Mystery
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Yeah Sovereign Lord, You truly deserve the prime praise In creation, we can see Your design trace But since the Fall, this world is such an unkind place Where crime pays, seekin' the devil's wine taste In my case, I was just on a blind chase A mind waste, trapped in my asinine ways But Christ braced Himself, entered into time, space The Vine breaks so the branches could find grace When Light's rays hit the soul, the paradigm shakes Sublime race, runnin' at predefined pace Now me and Jesus are closer than intertwined lace And by faith, we behold His divine face So as we're liftin' up our praise to You, receive it, Lord The object of our affection, whom we adore Fallin' in our misery, you [?] into history The pardon of iniquity, startlin' the mystery The oceans, the planes, mountains, the rain The universe proclaims the glory of Your Name And what am I that You called me to Your side? And took this outer stone and broke it open wide Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh When I think about what Your Son did for me Oh, what a startlin' mystery Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Indescribable is what your love is to me Oh, oh, startlin' mystery Yeah Sovereign Lord, who can truly understand Your depths? [?] life, You're the source of every man's breath Your mysteries, the sharpest of minds can't guess They stand perplexed, can't fathom what you plan next In the garden, we failed Your command's test We transgressed, now our world is a grand mess Lord, You're perfect, so why should You demand less? Man's best is only a sinking sand quest But through Christ, watch God savin' [?] flex Redeemed the people, north, south, east, and west Glorious robes, in the Promised Land, dressed We stand blessed, all because of the Lamb's death So as we're liftin' up our praise to You, receive it, Lord The object of our affection, whom we adore Fallin' in our misery, you [?] into history The pardon of iniquity, startlin' the mystery The oceans, the planes, the mountains, the rain The universe proclaims the glory of Your Name And what am I that You called me to Your side? And took this outer stone and broke it open wide Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh When I think about what Your Son did for me Oh, what a startlin' mystery Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Indescribable is what your love is to me Oh, oh, startlin' mystery