Lyrics:

I found your handprints on the pages of history
I said your ways are past finding out
‘Cause you’re much too small if you’re not a Mystery
So don’t send me rain if I bloom in drought
No don’t send me certainty
If somehow it’s best for me to doubt
In the days of the nail and nights of the lash
In the season of the quake and the lightning flash
You become a slight impression on a threadbare shroud
While you hide yourself away somewhere behind a thundercloud
And I won’t pray for certainty or faith that’s always free from doubt
‘Cause I’m inclined to thrive in misery
When I’m kneeling in the garden of Gethsemane
Yes I’m inclined to thrive in misery
When I’m kneeling in the garden of Gethsemane
Crying Oh Oh Oh My God, my God, have you forsaken me
Or is this grace disguised as adversity?
My heartbeat is the pounding of your iron hand breaking me
Who knows where this shattering love is taking me
‘Cause you’re much too small if you’re not a Mystery
So don’t send me rain if I bloom in drought
No don’t send me certainty if somehow it’s best for me to doubt
I found your handprints on the pages of history
I said your ways are past finding out