Wonderfully Made - The Waiting

Another day begins and I begin the mourning

Look in the mirror wonder, what I’m trying for

Lately the mirror’s giving me some early warnings

Can I make it out the door

Close my eyes and move quickly down the hallway

Don’t really want to see my picture on the wall

I pick a feature could be working on it all day

But it wouldn’t change at all

So I think of this before I fall

I’m made, with my Father’s hands

I’m made, with His breath of life

I’m, fearfully, wonderfully made

Through the window comes the warm Atlanta sunshine

And I’m encouraged to think on a different thing

The hand that lit the light that brightens up the skyline

Turned clay into a king

So let the mirror hear me sing

I’ll comb my hair a different way

Maybe on a better day

I could turn a head or two

But I’m being manipulated here and only one opinion’s clear

And from His point of view

With my Father’s hands I’m made

With His, breathe of life

I’m made, with my Father’s hands

I’m made, with His breath of life

I’m, fearfully, wonderfully

Fearfully, wonderfully

Fearfully, wonderfully made