I'm borrowing some words again today:

Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning?
Who told the ocean you can only come this far?
Who showed the moon where to hide til evening?
Whose words alone can catch a falling star?

The very same God that spins things in orbit,
He runs to the weary, the worn and the weak.
And the same gentle hands that hold me when I'm broken,
They conquered death to bring me victory.

Well, I know my Redeemer lives
I know my Redeemer lives.
All of creation testify this life within me cries,
I know my Redeemer lives.

He lives, to take away my shame.
And He lives, forever I'll proclaim that the payment for my sin
Was the precious life He gave
But now He's alive and there's an empty grave.
And I know my Redeemer lives.
Let all creation testify this life within me cries,
I know my Redeemer lives.