Fringes 歌词

He stretches out the north over empty space And hangs the earth on nothing And how faint a word we even hear of Him And yet- our eyes and ears and minds get all the candy I sing for grace For grace it lets me sing And all I've ever seen or heard Or haven't seen or heard It's His There is no other All of this is but the fringes And these are but the fringes And all the world hinges On His grace and on His word He speaks things into being And the spoken things revealing The glory of our God and King I'm stumbling upon things that aren't mine All the things He spoke to life before time Name one thing that's not One law or thought He taught the clay Molded it Behold, He called the sheep That's why they came Sheep who by grace got a peep And made it cheap by calling it mine