Bethany Dillon – Great Big Mystery

Air is dry, the sun is gone

When I breathe, I breate alone

Ten times a day I cry

Just to prove that I’m alive

Oh, that I’m alive

I have tried to be the queen

I have tried most everything

Leads me to the same place

On my knees or on my face

On my knees or on my face

Nations fall when You speak

And You have spoken over me

I am tired of giving in so easily

The way You keep on loving me

Is changing everything I see

It’s a great big mystery

The fingers on my weathered bow

Are giving out and letting go

I need You now to take me in

I cannot fight alone again

Can’t fight alone again

You are the mystery