Could It Be - Michael Card

Michael Card

I Corinthians 1:19−25

In the ebb and flow of living

As we wander through the years

We’re told to listen to a voice

We can’t here with our ears

They say to live by something

That you can’t see with your eyes

Is there really any purpose

To this foolish exercise?

Could it be You make Your presence known

So often by Your absence?

Could it be that questions tell us more

Than answers ever do?

Could it be that You would really rather die

Than live without us?

Could it be the only answer that means anything

Is You?

In our words and in our silence

In our pride and in our shame

To the genius and the scholar

To the foolish and insane

To the ones who care to seek You

To the ones who never will

You are the only answer even still

It’s a question you can’t answer

An answer you cannot express

That the gentle Man of Sorrow

Is the source of happiness

You’ll never solve the mystery

Of this magnetic man

For you must believe to understand

Could it be the only answer that means anything

Is You?