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.mạ ạ̉ʿẓm ạ̉ʿmạlk Otče náš na nebi İnanırıq Sur les collines éternelles Ето го, на връх планински Vďaka, česť, Otče náš Юутай үзэсгэлэнтэй нэр вэ قولىمدى جايامىن باسىمدى ٴيىپ Theres Gonna Be A Revival In The Land Цар цароў
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