I’m growing tired of a mouth shut tight 
When all I want to do is 
Tell the whole world about the man sitting 
At the right hand of the One in heaven 
How could I sing 
About anything but him? 

Chorus: 
He is the answer to the question 
He is the cure for the infection 
He is all he says he is 
He is the ultimate reflection 
Of holiness and true perfection 
He is all he says he is 

How can I not cry?
Watching as the world dies 
Without a prayer 
They run to their own gods, roughshod 
Blind to the living God of earth and heaven 
How could they sing 
Of everything but him? 

Chorus