Broken Beauty

Sometimes beauty is in the breaking
Healing comes in the taking
On the wounds of Christ
As joy can follow crying
Living will follow dying
When we die in Christ
It goes against the way we think that it should be
That imperfection seems to suit us perfectly
His sacred fingerprints upon our broken beauty
Sometimes strength it is found in weakness
Empty we find completeness
Through the love of Christ
As hope follows desperation
So I have found salvation
Through Your grace, oh Christ
It goes against the way I thought that it could be
That God would share the mind of Christ with me
And His sacred hand would fashion broken beauty
As I hide from You in mourning
And face the dark with nervous laughter
Somehow the moments that are miracles
I never know them until after
It goes against the way I think that it should be
That God should wrap in flesh His Holy mystery
The Perfect Sacrifice became our broken beauty
It goes against the way we think that it should be
That imperfection seems to suit us perfectly
His sacred fingerprints upon our broken beauty