Besedila: Chris Rice. Past The Edges. Big Enough.

None of us knows and that makes it a mystery
If life is a comedy, then why all the tragedy
Three-and-a-half pounds of brain try to figure out
What this world is all about
And is there an eternity, is there an eternity?
God if You?re there I wish You?d show me
And God if You care then I need You to know me
I hope You don?t mind me askin? the questions
But I figure You?re big enough
I figure You?re big enough
Lying on pillows we?re haunted and half-awake
Does anyone hear us pray
"If I die before I wake"
Then the morning comes and the mirror?s the other place
Where we wrestle face to face with the image of Deity
The image of Deity
God if You?re there I wish You?d show me
And God if You care then I need You to know me
I hope You don?t mind me askin? the questions
But I figure You?re big enough
I figure You?re big enough
When I imagine the size of the universe
And I wonder what?s out past the edges
Then I discover inside me a space as big
And believe that I?m meant to be
Filled up with more than just questions
So, God if You?re there I wish You?d show me
And God if You care then I need You to know me
I hope You don?t mind me askin? the questions
But I figure You?re big enough
I figure You?re big enough
?Cause I am not big enough