Oh, but fall I must on this truth that my life has been formed from the dust

And the pain falls like a curtain 

On the things I once called certain 

And I have to say the words I fear the most 

I just don’t know

And the questions without answers 

Come and paralyze the dancer 

So I stand here on the stage afraid to move 

Afraid to fall, oh, but fall I must 

On this truth that my life has been formed from the dust

God is God and I am not 

I can only see a part of the picture He’s painting 

God is God and I am man 

So I’ll never understand it all 

For only God is God

And the sky begins to thunder 

And I’m filled with awe and wonder 

‘Til the only burning question that remains 

Is who am I

Can I form a single mountain 

Take the stars in hand and count them 

Can I even take a breath without God giving it to me 

He is first and last before all that has been 

Beyond all that will pass

Oh, how great are the riches of His wisdom and knowledge 

How unsearchable for to Him and through

Him and from Him are all things

So let us worship before the throne 

Of the One who is worthy of worship alone

~Steven Curtis Chapman