[Verse 1: Odd Thomas] He alone is God who hung the stars the planets We are only dust and fools who trust in a completely mindless trial and Error trying to piece together and manage a selection of Random molecular patterns But He sits above the laws of physics and He's way beyond the limits of our human mind Space and time so you wouldn't get it He's infinite, omnipotent might as well admit it He's Creator of the cosmos,invisible attributes seen since the creation of the earth The Heavens hold his handiwork The use of Words are worthless when describing of his worth. Mercy purposed in His birth Depth in his d**h, redemption in his last breath best demonstration of the God's glory and goodness Humility and worthiness, Godliness and service The universe rehearses wonder at his Fullness [Verse 2: Braille] Who is man that you would look down and notice? Or show your good grace to a world that's so broken? Suspended in space,you hold us in place while the earth rotates slowly in a circular motion Far below, the heavenly estates where the stars glow late at night when the sunlight escapes Hiding it's face until You say rise again to start a new day on the horizon of Your timelessness And we stand amazed at the gaze of a great landscape with countless, colors and shapes The Magnitude, of a mountain top view is enough to make us feel minuscule Who is man that You are mindful? And who am I to even try to write and describe your immensity? It baffles me, that the maker of majesty, would become a man and die on a cross to save a lost humanity [Verse 3: Propaganda] All but left with no breath and awestruck. That's wonderful This is cause to pause to give thought to it. Selah! Say ya'll ever thought about that there's never been an identical sun rise? So wonderful Wrapped in jackets of amber and stands with universe in hand and our tears in bottles He collects them. Lined in perfect symmetry across the shelves of the throne room Next to the full and accurate accurate count of every electron everywhere and every follicle of hair on our head Modern psychology would call it obsessive compulsive But that's only if he ain't had the bandwidth, I call it love and it's wonderful Would we with ink the ocean fill and the expanse of the sky be stretched in parchment Would we line with canva**es the walls of our hearts apartments? All attempts to capture his image fall short and everything his light do to me is such a beautiful eulogy [Chorus: Odd Thomas, Courtland Urbano, Braille, and Propaganda] Only one reigns, let the wonder fall Who is like Him? None at all. Off the wall Beyond what we understand, or what we comprehend, catching the signals at the satellite sense Communicate from an awe-struck state and translate the frequencies when we touch base Heavenly sounds above ground is wonderful. Heavenly sounds above ground is wonderful