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I don't know how to say this,
I don't know where to stand,
I don't know where to put my feet,
Or where to put my hands.
I've got them in my pockets,
My fingers are freezing cold,
They're wrapped around a ticket stub
That's four weeks old,
And I don't know how to say this.
I think we've figured out
This world is bigger than you and I.
We've exhausted our wealth of knowledge
And have no more answers for mankind.
We've had every conversation in the world
About what is right and what has all gone bad,
But have I mentioned to you that this is all I am,
This is all that I have.
I'm not trying to judge you.
No that's not my job.
I am just a seeker too,
In search of God.
Somewhere somehow this subject became taboo.
I have no other way to communicate to you.
This is all that I am.
This is all that I have.
And we've had every conversation in the world
About what is right and what has all gone bad,
But have I mentioned to you that this is all I am,
This is all that I have.
I would like to share with you
What makes me complete.
I don't claim to have found the Truth,
But I know it has found me.
The only thing that isn't meaningless to me
Is Jesus Christ and the way he set me free.
This is all that I have. This is all that I am.
It’s all that I have, and it’s all
The only thing that isn’t meaningless to me
Is Jesus Christ and the way he set me free.
And this is all that I have. This is all that I am
It’s all that I have, and it’s all that I am
It’s all that I have, and it’s all
I don’t know how to say this
I don’t know where to start
Just know that I care for you
And I’m speaking from my heart