The Sculptor's Hand, the Savior's Grace,
My Father God, you fill this space.
You found me lost, a broken thing,
And whispered hopes that let me sing.
You carved me new, a work of art,
A brand new spirit, a brand new start.
Where shadows lingered, doubts held sway,
You chased the darkness far away.
I could not love the self I knew,
Trapped in despair, and feeling blue.
But you, dear God, saw worth within,
And loved me fiercely, saved from sin.
I don't deserve the gifts you lend,
The endless mercy, without end.
Yet grace you offer, freely poured,
My everything, my life, my Lord.
I stumble, stray, and lose my way,
But in your light, I find the day.
Drawn back to you, my guiding star,
You heal my wounds, and mend each scar.
So thank you, God, for all you've done,
A battle fought, a victory won.
Forevermore, my heart's true plea,
My Father God, I love you endlessly.
