Kim Hill Mysterious Ways
Living in this game of chance
Driven by the wheels of circumstance
While at the hand of mercy
Balanced on a changing scale
How can life be strong
And yet so frail
What is the deeper meaning
In my feeble mind I try to find a reason
Who knows why it's hard to say
God works in mysterious ways
Never sure just what lies
Waiting 'round the corner
Feeling through this haunting maze
God works in mysterious ways
God works in mysterious ways
Whoa, whoa
Knowing there's a greater plan
Even still it's hard to understand
When certain fates befall me
Dealing with the lesser known
Knowing that His ways are not my own
But still I keep believing
Making sense of consequences
Hard to fathom
Looking through this holy haze
God works in mysterious ways
Black and white could surely
Clear these clouded visions
But I live in a world of grace
God works in mysterious ways
God works in mysterious ways
Questions fall like
Showers of endless rain
Into oceans of the unexplained
Some day it all will be made known
I can give no rationale
Or words of wisdom
Just a cloudy paraphrase
God works in mysterious ways
State of wonder state of grace
Pieces falling into place
It's more than just an old cliche
God works in mysterious ways
God works in mysterious ways
God works in mysterious ways
God works in mysterious ways
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