Grace we thought your face
was not like me at all
More like your dad looks in all
But your compassionate side
was all me, all mine, all bragging aside you're more like me than your dad
any ole time
you care, you love, you work, you cry
you wish to be noticed but amuse yourself finding other ways to hide
you want to hide, you want to cry
you want to be alone
the artistic nature inside you
that's where it grows,
your heart was more than
the sum of all my broken parts
the Innocence was left in tact,
when God did his part,
to heal my broken
to bring me back, to restore
what was stolen form me,
every scar, every crack,
So the me that was broken and tired
He took and reversed it, For in you,
That Innocence, caring burden,
Compassionate, healer, it's your all,
you're beginning, middle,
And neccessary for your growth
As well as my own, to see that
he planted his love firmly,
giving me back in Grace
I am the one honored to have given...