CHORUS
Mysterious ways I can't make out
But I can honestly say without a doubt
I'm lost and found in You
I see the paradox
With wheat, the tares included
You can't pull out the tares
The wheat will be uprooted
And it renews my mind
REPEAT CHORUS
I can't take a master shot
Of what the future's got
But know it's in Your hands
I know You're kind and true
All these things are true of You
And it renews, it renews my mind
REPEAT CHORUS
I see a crown of thorns
And hands with nails right through them
I see His outstretched arms
Beckoning all to Him
And it renews my mind
