(Verse)
I sear
But i
Man’s empty p
And treasures that f
Are never eno
Then You came alo
And p
And every d
Is now sat
Here in Your lo
(Chorus)
Oh, there’s noth
There’s no
Lord, there’s not
Nothing is better than Y
(Verse)
I
To sh
My failures and f
Lord, You’ve seen ’em a
And You still call me fri
‘Cause the God of the mou
Is the
There’s not a p
Your mercy and g
Won’t find me ag
(Chorus)
Oh, there’s noth
There’s no
Lord, there’s not
Nothing is better than Y
(Chorus)
You turn mourning to dancing
You give beauty for ashes
Yo
You’re the
(Chorus)
You turn graves into garden
You turn bones into armies
You turn seas into highways
You’re the
You’re the
(Chorus)
Oh, there’s noth
There’s no
Lord, there’s not
Nothing is better than Y
(Chorus)
You turn graves into garden
You turn bones into armies
You turn seas into highways
You’re the
You’re the
