God Song 歌词

Oh, Lord, You are my God That place belongs to only You The author of it all Consume these pages as You choose 'Cause if You signed Your name upon my heart The way that authors always do Then You must be proud to call me Yours And I must be made for loving You Oh, Lord, You are my God That claim belongs to only You The architect of life Each breath I draw was drawn by You (And) if dependence runs in Your design Then who am I outside of You Lord without Your breath I won't survive So I must be made for trusting You (Oh) Oh, Lord, You are my God That space belongs to only You From a throne room in the stars To the throne room of my heart You rule For You reign in realms we'll never find And You dwell in worlds outside our view Oh, You care to own this heart of mine So I must be made to worship You Have all my life my God There isn't anybody like You God Or anything like my God My God Is the one and only God Who ever was and is to come Forever worthy of my song So I sing out My God Is the wonder working God From ancient skies down to that cross The empty grave to Kingdom come So I sing out My God Is the one and only God Who ever was and is to come Forever worthy of my song So I sing out My God Is the wonder working God From ancient skies down to that cross The empty grave to Kingdom come So I cry out My God Is the one and only God Who ever was and is to come Forever worthy of my song So I sing out My God Is the wonder working God From ancient skies down to that cross The empty grave to Kingdom come Oh, I cry out My God Is the one and only God Who ever was and is to come Forever worthy of my song So I sing out My God Is the wonder working God From ancient skies down to that cross The empty grave to Kingdom come Oh, I cry out My God Is the one and only God Who ever was and is to come Forever worthy of my song So I sing out My God Is the wonder working God From ancient skies down to that cross The empty grave to Kingdom come (We cry out) Our God Is the one and only God Who ever was and is to come Forever worthy of our song So we cry out Our God Is the wonder working God From ancient skies down to that cross The empty grave to Kingdom come So we cry out