Great Big Mystery - Bethany Dillon

Air is dry, the sun is gone 
When I breathe, I breate alone 
Ten times a day I cry 
Just to prove that I'm alive 
Oh, that I'm alive 

I have tried to be the queen 
I have tried most everything 
Leads me to the same place 
On my knees or on my face 
On my knees or on my face 

Nations fall when You speak 
And You have spoken over me 
I am tired of giving in so easily 

The way You keep on loving me 
Is changing everything I see 
It's a great big mystery 

The fingers on my weathered bow 
Are giving out and letting go 
I need You now to take me in 
I cannot fight alone again 
Can't fight alone again 

You are the mystery