There are so many things about You I don't understand;
But I believe.
I keep moving forward when I'm holding Your hand;
The truest things I know
Are those I cannot see.
From my birth to my dying day;
When I'm old I'll talk about the things that You have done;
Brokenness made beautiful.
The wars that You have won
And the storms You calmed in me.
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or lands.
I'd rather be led by his nail pierced hands.
I'd rather have Jesus than anything…