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I don't know how to say this

I don't know where to stand

I don't where to put my feet

Or where to put my hands

I got them my pockets

My fingers are freezing cold

They're wrapped around a ticket stub

That's four weeks old

And I don't know how to say this

I think we figured out

This world is bigger than you and I

We've exhausted our wealth, knowledge,

Have no more answers for mankind

And we've had every conversation in the world

About what is right and what has all gone bad

But have I mentioned to you that this is all I am

This is all that I have

And I'm not trying to judge you

No that's not my job

I am just a seeker, too

In search of good

Somewhere, somehow the subject became taboo

I have no other way to communicate to you

That this is all that I have, this is all that I am

And we've had every conversation in the world

About what is right and what has all gone bad

But have I mentioned to you that this is all I am

This is all that I have

And I would like to share with you

What makes me complete

I don't claim to have found the truth

But I know it has found me

The only thing that isn't meaningless to me

Is Jesus Christ and the way he set me free

And this is all that I have, this is all that I am

It's all that I have, and it's all

The only thing that isn't meaningless to me

Is Jesus Christ and the way he set me free

And this is all that I have, this is all that I am

It's all that I have, and it's all that I am

It's all that I have, and it's all

I don't know how to say this

I don't know where to start

Just know that I care for you

And I'm speaking from my heart