Either Way

There is a mystery
It’s a paradox of sorts
Well, it seems when I am weak
Then I am stronger than before
I can pray for brokenness or not
Either way
I can try to beg You off or bring it on Let it rain, let it shine
Either way, it don’t matter to me
'Cause I know that You’re still God and I’m still not
Call it six, half a dozen
Either way, it don’t matter to me There’s some who say to me Life is pleasing to the touch
But I think that it could be That they don’t get out so much
They could try to come with us or not
Either way