I'm growing tired of a mouth shut tight

When all I want to do is

Tell the whole world about the man sitting

At the right hand of the One in heaven

How could I sing

About anything but Him?

Chorus:

He is the answer to the question

He is the cure for the infection

He is all He says He is

He is the ultimate reflection

Of holiness and true perfection

He is all He says He is

How can I not cry watching as the world dies

Without a prayer

They run to their own gods, roughshod

Blind to the living God of earth and heaven

How could they sing

Of everything but him?