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