When the morning takes her first breath in
and the sun is just about to rise,
I wonder what He's thinking inside.
When I lay my head to rest at night
and the sun dissolves into the sea,
I wonder what He's thinking of me.

He holds the mysteries in His hands,
He knows our life is but a grain of sand.

Burn, burn inside of me,
bring me to my knees.

When the hand of God caressed my face,
I listened as He said my name.
He speaks in harmony, one voice,
a voice combined of three.

He holds the mysteries in His hands,
He knows our life is but a grain of sand.
He goes to live inside the heart of man.

He's knock, knock, knockin' at your door.
He speaks in harmony, one voice,
a voice combined of three.