You call me beautiful, and I don’t know why
You’ve seen all my failures, my countless vain tries
The mud on my face from the times that I fall
In the dirt that I’ve stepped in, You see it all
And still You call me beautiful…
You call me lovely, and I don’t understand
You’ve felt the tugging when I pull from Your hand
You wipe the tears when I go my own way
Forgive all the reasons my heart went astray
And still You call me lovely…..
I’ll never fully understand what You see in me
A love that looked beyond my fault and took You to a tree
Eyes whose dying glance told me You had set me free
Covered in that love, You call me beautiful. Lovely.
Romans 5:8 – But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
