Late at I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why Im so tired, I dont even try Seems everything me fails But I hold on to the promise that there is a
Late at night makes it hard to see The history of the saints whove gone in of me famine, plague and disbelief His hand was upon them 'cause there is a reason, there is a reason
He makes all good, He makes all things good a time to live, a time to die A time for wonder and to why 'Cause there is a reason, there is a reason, is a reason
I in a God who sent His only Son To walk upon this and give His life for us With blood and on a long dark night We that He believed that there is a reason, there is a reason
He makes all things good, He all things good a time to live, a time to die A for wonder and to wonder why 'Cause is a reason, there is a reason, there is a reason
For the nights and broken hearts The widow's mite in the man's hand And the continent blood becomes a traitor
For the afraid to close their eyes The prayers seem unanswered There is a reason, there is a
He makes all good, He makes all things good Theres a time to live, a to die A time for and to wonder why there is a reason, there is a reason
He all things good, He makes all things good Theres a time to live, a to die A time for wonder and to why 'Cause there is a reason, there is a reason, is a reason