All Things Beautiful - Shelly E. Johnson

Written by：Shelly E. Johnson

I don't know why

God allows fires and floods

I don't know how

He can stand by and watch a mother lose her son

Such things are too great for me to understand

No I don't understand

Beautiful beautiful

Oh how beautiful

The soul that finds a song to sing

Despite the pain and suffering

Beautiful beautiful

Oh how beautiful

The heart that brings an offering

Of praise before the one who makes all things

Beautiful beautiful beautiful

Maybe it's not

My place to understand

The workings of god

His divine and mysterious perfect plan

All I know is that he'll work things out

For good somehow

He'll make it good somehow

Beautiful beautiful

Oh how beautiful

The soul that finds a song to sing

Despite the pain and suffering

Beautiful beautiful

Oh how beautiful

The heart that brings an offering

Of praise before the one who makes all things

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

The one who shields our eyes

From understanding why

Catches every tear we cry

And someday

He'll make all things

Beautiful so beautiful

Beautiful beautiful

Oh how beautiful

A soul that has a new song to sing

No more pain and suffering

Beautiful beautiful

Oh how beautiful

When every heart will bring an offering

Of praise before the one who makes all things

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful