How you gonna reckon with a God like this? When you gonna face what you can't dismiss? Whatcha gonna say to the soul kiss that is my God? Fearsome like the sag in a fat man's chair. Sweeter than a patch of Rogaine hair. How do you define what you can't compare? This is my God. And there's no use explaining what can't be contained. I'm not following a God I can lead around; I can't tame this Deity. That's why Jesus is the final answer To who I want my God to be. He's who I want my God to be. How you gonna reckon with a God this great? Why you gonna measure what you can't equate? Whatcha gonna say to the checkmate that is my God? Stronger than the burn of an aftershave. Tender as a burger in your microwave. Rarer than the air in an empty grave. This is my God. How we gonna work this out? To fabricate a God like this, no doubt, We'd end up worshipping a Christ of our own design. But Jesus doesn't fit that profile; His ways aren't mine. I'm not following a God that's imagined. Can't invent this Deity. That's why Jesus is the final answer To who I want my God to be. He's who I want my God to be.Ноги Господа мерили версты Casa noastră e sus Pán je môj Pastier nebeský Seni Daha Çok İstiyorum Белый снег кружится за окошком ạ̹ymạny byk ḥqyqẗ Jesus Sinners Doth Receive Zaza Masina sy soa Алаканыңа ачылган, өмүрүмдү мен тапшырам. myn ạlly ḥbk
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