A FRAME SO BEAUTIFULLY FORMED
Brought to life by God’s own breath
Crafted from the planets dust
God’s own image carved in flesh
But not one righteous remains
Perfection lost, beauty stained
Far from the safety of God’s side
Innocence traded for a lie
All my shame
All I’ve failed to be nailed upon a cross
And left at Calvary
A world of fabulous design, yet scarred with misery and pain
But underneath this brokenness, our Maker’s signature remains
And only Your redeeming love, can pay the
debt we can’t afford
Salvation worked by Your own hand, Your
broken workmanship restored