something beautiful
your life, sacrifice
your price, poured out for me
the day, love would pay
to take my sin, away
something wonderful
something good
you took my brokenness
when no one else could
something beautiful
something beautiful
something beautiful
something beautiful
of me
two thousand years, and three days
hell’s put under, you were raised
to make, scornful sinner
like me, set free
something wonderful
something good
you took my brokenness
when no one else could
something beautiful
something beautiful
something beautiful
something beautiful
of me
you took my pain, you took my shame
you took my brokenness, from me
something beautiful
something beautiful
something beautiful
something beautiful
something beautiful
something beautiful
something beautiful
something beautiful
of me
©joelsong’06
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
box
box
take this box that is tied with string
inside this box is all I have to bring
hold it with two hands
never let it go
take this box although it’s small
it isn’t much but it is my all
please take the scratches
mend them with patches
when the world stops to mourn
because my box is ripped and torn
paper, string is scattered
you are all that matters
this is my box for you to spend
please take it all, form beginning to end
when this box should break
bend or fall
when the world stops to mourn
because my box is ripped and torn
paper, string is scattered
you are all that matters
when this box should break
bend or fall
i’ll say that I have given you my all
they’ll say that I have given you my all
you’ll say that I have given you my all
joelsong07
take this box that is tied with string
inside this box is all I have to bring
hold it with two hands
never let it go
take this box although it’s small
it isn’t much but it is my all
please take the scratches
mend them with patches
when the world stops to mourn
because my box is ripped and torn
paper, string is scattered
you are all that matters
this is my box for you to spend
please take it all, form beginning to end
when this box should break
bend or fall
when the world stops to mourn
because my box is ripped and torn
paper, string is scattered
you are all that matters
when this box should break
bend or fall
i’ll say that I have given you my all
they’ll say that I have given you my all
you’ll say that I have given you my all
joelsong07
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