Michael Card

Could It Be

Michael Card


I Corinthians 1:19-25 
In the ebb and flow of living 
As we wander through the years 
We're told to listen to a voice 
We can't here with our ears 
They say to live by something 
That you can't see with your eyes 
Is there really any purpose 
To this foolish exercise? 
Chorus 
Could it be You make Your presence known 
So often by Your absence? 
Could it be that questions tell us more 
Than answers ever do? 
Could it be that You would really rather die 
Than live without us? 
Could it be the only answer that means anything 
Is You? 
In our words and in our silence 
In our pride and in our shame 
To the genius and the scholar 
To the foolish and insane 
To the ones who care to seek You 
To the ones who never will 
You are the only answer even still 
Chorus 
It's a question you can't answer 
An answer you cannot express 
That the gentle Man of Sorrow 
Is the source of happiness 
You'll never solve the mystery 
Of this magnetic man 
For you must believe to understand 
Chorus 
Could it be the only answer that means anything 
Is You?