Nothing, Lord, nothing can hinder your plan
Not the hottest temper nor the strongest hand
Not the shrewdest mind nor the adulterous heart of man
Nothing, Lord, nothing can hinder your plan

From the skies above to the depths below
And on all the land in between
Violence and perfidy run rampant
While the afflicted cry out for justice

Injustice is the empowerment of the malefactor.
I cannot envision a repentant oppressor
And when I reflect upon their unchecked terrorism,
I am a pot of boiling tears

Lord, let me not drive for justice only
I know you are a God of mercy and grace as well
And I have come to terms with the value of forgiveness
But my heart longs for the day when the powerful meet their Maker
When the tormentors see their wrongdoing as such

When I am weak, am I strong?
Is your power made perfect in my weakness?
In my uncertainty, this is my assurance:
That every knee will bow.

Surely you are moving even when I cannot see
Surely you are already many steps ahead.
You use the weak to shame the powerful.
And I know your victory will be recognized in the last day.

Nothing, Lord, nothing can hinder your plan
Not the wildest tempest nor the quaking land
Not the deviant mind nor the treacherous heart of man
Nothing, Lord, nothing can hinder your plan