Kerrie Roberts Follow

So much I don't understand
That'll change if I wrote the story
How pain could heal and death bring life
How defeat could 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

How You hold this wounded heart
And make it perfect and complete
And it's beautiful to me, beautiful to me, yeah

This seek, 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
I let you in to use it

And just by 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 warm this wounded heart, someday I will see
And it's beautiful to me, beautiful to me

Beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful to me, beautiful to me

So much I don't understand
That'll change if I wrote the story
How pain could heal and death bring life