The number of my days, the span of my ways - too many to mention, too wide to hold,
Written on my skin is the shape that I'm in,
I know I'm not a young man, but neither am I old.

Still I gotta wonder: is the brightness still in me'
Can I hold my own and sing a simple song'
Oh, I gotta wonder: is the brightness still in me, as it was when I was young and first believed'

The light of God within,
Forever, grace given to every sinner broken who dares to call God strong,
Holy Spirit speak when my light grows weak, make me shine like Jesus, fill me with his song.

Still I gotta wonder: is the brightness still in me'
Can I hold my own and sing a simple song'
Well, I gotta wonder: is the brightness still in me, as it was when I was young and first believed'

And I think I've learned to love the freedom of the boundary line, where freedom in the Spirit equals peace of mind,
Still, there are nights when I close my eyes and wrestle with the powers of hell,
But there's just as many, if not more, good mornings when I wake up laughing and remember all is well.

Still I gotta wonder: is the brightness still in me'
Can I hold my own and sing a simple song'
Well, I gotta wonder, wonder, wonder: is the brightness still in me, as it was when I was young and first believed'