Sometimes I wonder
Do we ever really know?
How often does the clock chime
A note that's out of tune?
How often are the stars seen
From the dark side of the moon?
How often does God make a mistake
Breaking the already broken
To make something whole?
To rescue something lost
Only to lose the hopeless in soul?
Sometimes I wonder
Do we ever really know?
And this is love
To die that we might live
We live so that we may die
And He might more fully live...
Thoughts come too swiftly
and understanding far too slow
And sometimes I must wonder
Do we ever really know??
What makes the dawn come up like thunder
Redemption fall like gentle snow?
What makes grace embrace the shame
In places we would not ordinarily go?
A grief too terrible to mention
Tears that never fully show
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