The Sculptor's Hand, the Savior's Grace,

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.