Fringes (Live)

He stretches out the north over empty space
 And hangs the Earth on nothing
 How faint a word we even hear of Him
 And yet our eyes and ears and minds get all the candy
 And I sing for grace, for grace, it lets me sing
 I sing for grace, for grace, it lets me sing
 And all I've ever seen or heard
 Or haven't seen or heard, it's His
 There is no other, all of this is but the fringes
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 And these are but the fringes
 And all the world hinges
 On His grace
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 It speaks things into being
 And the spoken things revealing
 The glory of our God and King
 And I sing for grace, for grace, it lets me sing
 For grace, for grace, it lets me sing
 And all I've ever seen or heard
 Or haven't seen or heard, it's His
 There is no other, all-
 Oh, I'm stumbling upon things that aren't mine
 Of all the things He spoke to life before time
 Name one thing that's not one law or thought
 He taught the clay, molded it
 Behold, He called the sheep
 That's why they came
 Sheep, who by grace get a peep
 And made it cheap by calling it, calling it mine
 And I sing for grace, for grace, it lets me sing
 I sing for grace, for grace, it lets me sing
 And all I've ever seen or heard
 Or haven't seen or heard, it's His
 There is no other, all of this is but the fringes