I’d like to look in the mirror, without hiding my eyes
I’d like to see what You see, why You think I’m qualified
To speak for You, O God, Most High
Who hides a baby in the reeds of a river, until he’s grown?
Gives him a stage and the strength to deliver his people home?
‘Cause I’m tongue tied, weak in the knees
Must be something You only see
If there’s anything good
Anything that’s good in me
Well, it must be You
Must be You
And if there’s any part of my shaking heart
To see this journey through
It must be You
It must be You
Must be You
It must be You
Not gonna argue with fiery branches that speak my name
Not gonna start taking backward glances from where we came
‘Cause tomorrow’s holding our dreams
But today I’m here on my knees
O God of parting water
God of falling bread
If my words should falter
Will You speak instead?
You must see something good
You must see something true
It must be You

Bart Millard Nordeman/Herms