Behind the face of God
The fate of all who breathe
Every word and thought
In every haunted heart

A thousand years; a day
A shooting star; a flame
A child returns to dust
To see and feel and touch

Who could
Who could
Who could know your mind, Lord?
At Thy
At Thy
At Thy holiness I fall

A tender blade of grass
I fade into your arms
Wash me with a flood
Break me if you must

No one
No one can compare to you
No one
No one can compare