Who makes the sun light up my shadows
when the darkness tries to follow me.
Who makes the air that brings me life
so I can breath the love that's given to me.
You make everything good, everything wonderful.
You grace my days and Heaven fills my view, lets forever sing.
You make everything pure, everything beautiful.
You make me see the only thing that's true. It's you
Who makes the waters of my sorrow part,
and leads the gladness into my heart.
Who makes the rivers run that wash away,
and clean my soul to make a new start?
You hung the moon. You placed the stars that shine your love for me.
I hope all that I do will show reflections of you.
You're everything pure and beautiful.