A small flame

A small flame

moment:: beauty

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So much I don't understand
That I change if I wrote the story
How pain can heal and death bring life
How defeat can bring such glory
You didn't hold back one breath
You even gave Your last one
So I live


It's beautiful to me
Your holy mystery
I'm standing here in awe
Of how you make everything
So beautiful to me
Someday I will see
How You hold this wounded heart
And make it perfect and complete
And it's beautiful to me
Beautiful


I don't deserve Your suffering
I should be the one who's bleeding
But Your broken body gives
This broken spirit what it's needing
You reach through time with Your sacrifice
Your wounded hands
Holding this fragile life


It's beautiful to me
Your holy mystery
I'm standing here in awe
Of how you make everything
So beautiful to me
Someday I will see
How You hold this wounded heart
And make it perfect and complete
And it's beautiful to me
Beautiful to me


This ache, this longing
This heart that I've been searching
This moment while I'm breaking
You're here
Your plan, Your promise
A pain that has a purpose
If I let you in to use it
And just like Your hands built heaven's arms
You're making me so beautiful


It's beautiful to me
every mystery
I'm standing here in awe
Of how you make everything
So beautiful to me
so perfect and complete

You hold this wounded heart
Someday I will see
And it's beautiful to me
Beautiful to me

Beautiful, beautiful






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