Pieces of Grace
(ooh-ooh) Life is a puzzle in the maker's hands
Shaped by a grace that understands
He sees the skyline from the start
Holding every morning in his heart
Each scattered day a single grain
A quiet piece upon the frame
Some pieces shine with morning gold
Joyful stories waiting to be told
Bright and golden, easy to receive
Yet we forget to pause,
forget to breathe Taking the sunshine as our own
Walking by blessings left unknown
Every piece finds where it belongs
Turning our sighs into sacred songs
He alone holds the grand design
Fitting each fragment right in line
Through the color and the gray
He makes beauty of every day
Then come the dark and heavy stones
Monotone seasons walked alone
Days of trial when we cry out why
Looking for answers in an empty sky
Wondering how sorrow could fit in
Where broken edges start to bend
Yet in the ache he draws us near
Holding us close through every fear
He speaks into
the heavy air "I am with you,
do not despair"
Every piece finds where it belongs
Turning our sighs into sacred songs
He alone holds the grand design
Fitting each fragment right in line
Through the color and the gray
He makes beauty of every
day
At the sunset when the work is done
We'll see the masterpiece
begun
The finished puzzle whole and bright
Bathed in his everlasting light (whole
and bright)