I don't know why God allows fires and floods
I don't know how he can stand by and watch a mother lose her son
Such things are too great for me to understand
No, I don't understand
Beautiful, beautiful, oh, how beautiful
The soul that finds a song to sing
Despite the pain and suffering
Beautiful, beautiful, oh, how beautiful
The heart that brings an offering
Of praise before the One who makes all things
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Maybe it's not my place to understand
The workings of God, His divine and mysterious perfect plan
All I know is that He'll work things out for good somehow
He'll make it good somehow
Beautiful, beautiful, oh, how beautiful
The soul that finds a song to sing
Despite the pain and suffering
Beautiful, beautiful, oh, how beautiful
The heart that brings an offering
Of praise before the One who makes all things
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
The One who shields our eyes from understanding why
Catches every tear we cry
And someday, he'll make all things
Beautiful, so beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful, oh, how beautiful
A soul that has a new song to sing
No more pain and suffering
Beautiful, beautiful, oh, how beautiful
When every heart will bring an offering
Of praise before the One who makes all things
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful