The Setting Sun on Uluru
The setting whispered, I love you
The winning goal in extra time
It was His idea,
a friend to hold you in your grief,
the shooting star, the coral reef,
that beautiful discovery.
It was His idea.
It was His idea.
He's the reason that we're here.
Jesus got His fingerprints
on everything that's good.
The tender touch of skin on skin,
the oxygen we're breathing in,
the song, the dance, the work of art,
it was His idea.
The hunger inside me and you
that longs for grace and justice too
Mercy by another's blood,
that was His idea
It was His idea,
He's the reason that we're here
Jesus got His fingerprints
on everything that's good
Not chasing mist, not playing chance,
not by an empty circumstance
When every atom, every cell screams
it was His idea
It was His idea,
He's the reason that we're here
Jesus got His fingerprints
on everything that's good
It was His idea,
He's the reason that we're here
Jesus got His fingerprints
on everything that's good
We say we're meat, we live, we die
There is no truth, but God's a lie
One day every tongue will cry
It was His idea you