[singer A] It’s pretty wild No rope. No wire. No visible hand. Just iron moving over like it understands. The needle takes a little turn, settles in its place. Something with no body just rearranged the space. It doesn’t need a witness. It doesn’t need applause. It doesn’t have to show itself To go on being law. [transition] [singer B] I brought my empty hands And all my bent-up pride You met me in the wreckage Where I had nothing left to hide That’s where You said to me “My grace is sufficient for you” [singer A] North to south. Round it goes. Something pulls. The needle knows. Cold iron moves. No big to-do. Maker, maybe I do too. Move me east. Move me west. The needle does what it does best. I can roam the whole world through. Still I keep on turning toward You. [transition] [singer B] So I will tell the truth About the struggles that I keep The fear, the doubt, the failure And The tears I sometimes weep In my weakness Your strength can shine through [melodic transition] [singer A] If the needle keeps on finding north Every time the world knocks it off its course, Maybe faith is not a thunderclap Or a voice that comes crashing through. Maybe it’s quieter than that. Maybe nothing has to move. Maybe underneath the noise I make, I keep turning toward You. [singer B] Therefore I will boast All the more proudly Not in the mess I’ve made But in what You do in me The place I could not stand Is where You carry me through That’s where You said to me “My grace is sufficient for you” Your grace is sufficient For me
