Story of History

I've seen it in the sunrise
 I've seen it in the eyes of my son
 And I've seen it in the water
 The way the crashing river runs
 And I can feel it in the anthem
 A crescendo of melody sweet
 And in the thrill of the thunder
 Reminding me I'm frail and weak
 All of my history first breath to eulogy
 All of me rests in the hands of my God
 Poured out beyond measure we all know the pleasure
 Of the limitless unending kindness of God
 And I've heard it in the silence
 And it spoke without saying a word
 And I've savored the fragrance
 Of every season I ever seen turn
 All of my history first breath to eulogy
 All of me rests in the hands of my God
 Poured out beyond measure we all know the pleasure
 Of the limitless unending kindness of God
 And I've heard it through the darkness
 When no other hope could be found
 And it springs up like fountains
 When our loved ones are placed in the ground
 His love says it's not over now
 All of my history first breath to eulogy
 All of me rests in the hands of my God
 Poured out beyond measure we all know the pleasure
 Of the limitless unending kindness of God
 All of my history first breath to eulogy
 All of me rests in the hands of my God
 Poured out beyond measure we all know the pleasure
 Of the limitless unending kindness of God
 Of the limitless unending kindness of God