This Mystery

This Mystery Say goodnight to the light of the setting sun One more day, one more way Of keeping track of all I've done I run this race, keep this pace I'm doing fine And I won't stop until each box Gets checked a second time And life becomes the round and round Revolving door that won't slow down It won't slow down Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again? Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in Brown and gray from day to day Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new? Try and try to invoke us to live in You That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery This routine is nice and clean from dawn to dusk I rise and rest; I do my best When will it ever be enough? And life becomes the bigger noise Drowning out Your little voice Your little voice, Jesus Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again? Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in Brown and gray from day to day Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new? Try and try to invoke us to live in You That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery We take stock, and we punch the clock And we make sure all those zeros have balanced in the end Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again? Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in Brown and gray day after day after day Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new? Try and try to invoke us to live in You That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery That we might be the hands and feet That we might be the hands and feet Of this mystery This Mystery --- This Mystery - Nichole Nordeman