I don't know why,
God allows fires and floods.
I don't know how,
He can stand by and watch a mother lose her son.
Such things are too great for me, to understand.
No, I don't understand.

Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
The soul that finds a song to sing,
Despite the pain and suffering.
Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
The heart that brings an offering,
Of praise before the One who makes all things.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Maybe it's not,
My place to understand,
The workings of God,
His divine and mysterious, perfect plan.
All I know is that He'll work things out,
For good somehow,
He'll make it good somehow.

Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
The soul that finds a song to sing,
despite the pain and suffering.
Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
The heart that brings an offering,
Of praise before the One who makes all things.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

The One who shields our eyes,
From understanding why.
Catches every tear we cry.
And someday,
He'll make all things,
Beautiful, so beautiful.

Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
A soul that has a new song to sing,
No more pain and suffering.
Beautiful, beautiful,
Oh how beautiful,
When every heart will bring an offering,
Of praise before the One who makes all things.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful, beautiful.