He stretches out the north over empty space
And hangs the earth on nothing
And how fain a word we even hear of Him
And yet - our eyes and ears and minds get all the candy

I sing for grace
For grace it lets me sing
And all I've ever seen or heard
It's His
There is no other
All of this is but the fringes

And these are but the fringes
And all the world hinges
On His grace and on His word
He speaks things into being

And the spoken things revealing
The glory of our God and King

I'm stumbling upon things that aren't mine
All the things He spoke to life before time
Name on 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 got a peep
And made it cheap by calling it mine.