The Mystery of Me

You see a lot of me but you still can't describe me
You hear a lot if what I say but you still don't understand me
You watch the decisions I make but you still can't predict me
Don't worry it's the mystery of me.

I tell you who I am but you still don't hear
I show you who I am but you still don't see
I write who I am but you still can't read me
Don't worry it's the mystery of me

Like the magnificence of the ocean
Like the vastness of the sky
Like the tranquility of the dessert
Don't worry it's the mystery of me

Like the mysteries of the forest
Like the mysteries of life's cycle
Like the mystery of the universe
Don't worry it's the mystery of me

I'm not asking you to hear me
I'm not asking you to see me
I'm not asking you to read me
Just know, it's the mystery of me

It's the glory of God to conceal a thing
It's the honour of kings to search it out
If you are my king then,
You must understand the mystery of me