Too many questions
Too many doubts
Not enough answers
To figure it out
When you’re born near the fire
You get used to the heat
Till you wander and find that
You had all you need
Oh what a mercy
Oh what a grace
His love for me wouldn't
Let me escape
Every moment
Every mile
In all of my wandering
I'm held in the arms of God
It’s hard to imagine
When you’ve run so far
You’re still in His presence
Wherever you are
Even the far place
You think that you found
His Spirit is there so
It’s still holy ground
Oh what a mercy
Oh what a grace
His love for me wouldn't
Let me escape
Every moment
Every mile
In all of my wandering
