You got to see it to believe it
Not many find it but if you seek it
It's kinda cool it's kinda mystic
Even a fool calls it simplistic

It's like a note sung by a choir
To a walker high on a wire
Tryin' his best to keep his balance
Above the wise man who took his talents
And multiplied them he made a bet
When it paid off he bought a net

And now the walker knows if he falls
His act is covered and that ain't all
He knows a secret he used to tell
No one believed him it's just as well
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better left unknown
Some things are better left unsaid

Remember Jesus he knew about it
Ask Martin Luther he didn't doubt it
The pope got angry and called him names
So Martin Luther he did the same
If you've got ears you'll never hear it
Don't try and find it you won't get near it
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better left undone
Some things are better left unknown

Thought I was finished I guess I'm not
'Cause there's a story that I forgot
About a rabbi in shabby clothes
Who had a number nobody knows
It was the name no one can utter
So draw the blinds and close the shutters
Can't hold it in I'm gonna say it
If there's a prayer you better pray it
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better left unknown
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better left alone
Some things are better left unsaid

(John 16:12)

Words and music by William O. Richardson
Copyright 1999, Unpublished Songs(SESAC)
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