Great Big Mystery
BETHANY DILLON, ED CASH
Air is dry, the sun is gone
When I breathe, I breathe 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