the fading sun, the rising moon
are fighting for the afternoon
the day gives in, gives up its light
the stars wake up, to keep the night
and as you glory fills the sky, I wonder
how could you
consider me
so much more
than all i see
cause i am not
have never been
beautiful like this
my weary words, and broken lies
are set beneath, your summer skies
what's worn and wrong, what's good and right
are laid before, my eyes tonight
but you make all things new
Yeah, you make all things new
I'm beautiful in you, oh, oh, oh
that's how you could
consider me
so much more
than all i see
redemption calls
to brokenness
it heals the wounds
removes their sin
your purest love
was humbly spent
to bind my heart
and draw me in
where i become
whole again
I'm beautiful like this
