When the morning takes her first breath in And the sun is just about to rise, I wonder what He's thinking inside. When I lay my head to rest at night And the sun dissolves into the sea, I wonder what He's thinking of me. He holds the mysteries in His hands, He knows our life is but a grain of sand. Burn, burn inside of me, Bring me to my knees. When the hand of God caressed my face, I listened as He said my name. He speaks in harmony, one voice, A voice combined of three. He holds the mysteries in His hands, He knows our life is but a grain of sand. He goes to live inside the heart of man. He's knock, knock, knockin' at your door. He speaks in harmony, one voice, A voice combined of three.