My daughter tries to draw a butterfly
With the crayons and crooked lines
And she's crying cause she just can't get it right
So I wrapped her tiny hand in mine
To guide her with her heart's design
And she smiles as her dreams take flight
Perhaps it's how it is on this labyrinth road
I just need to let him guide my soul
God writes straight with crooked lines
He takes the mess we make in life
He turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
Hidden by the veil of time
The wisdom of His love's design
God writes straight with crooked lines.
I've had days as dark as smoke
When it hurts too much to hope
& it felt like the pain would never end
Searching for answers but finding jokes
Limping along the winding road
Certain He left me all alone
When it's hard to trust that there's a greater plan
Like a child, I've gotta just hold His hands
When it hurts too much to hope
& it felt like the pain would never end
Searching for answers but finding jokes
Limping along the winding road
Certain He left me all alone
When it's hard to trust that there's a greater plan
Like a child, I've gotta just hold His hands
'Cause God writes straight with crooked lines
He takes the mess we make in life
He turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
Hidden by the veil of time
The wisdom of His love's design
God writes straight with crooked lines.
It's hard to see the picture when we have got our head to the ground
But the vision is perfect from Heaven looking down
There's a reason for every detour and every scar
His mercy has always been written in the stars
God writes straight with crooked lines
He takes the mess we make in life
He turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
Hidden by the veil of time
The wisdom of His love's design
God writes straight with crooked lines
God writes straight with crooked lines.
This song tugged my heart real tight when I first heard it at her concert at Gardens by the Bay. Recently, heard it again at church at a ESS service. This time round, the lyrics resonated with me much more.
In this season of my life, I am learning to let go to believe that God CAN write straight with crooked lines. God can take the mess in our life and turn our groaning into a perfect rhyme. He can make things right no matter how wrong things were. He is the perfector and author of my life so I am sure it will and can happen. Truly, like a child, I just gotta hold on to His hand.
This song tugged my heart real tight when I first heard it at her concert at Gardens by the Bay. Recently, heard it again at church at a ESS service. This time round, the lyrics resonated with me much more.
In this season of my life, I am learning to let go to believe that God CAN write straight with crooked lines. God can take the mess in our life and turn our groaning into a perfect rhyme. He can make things right no matter how wrong things were. He is the perfector and author of my life so I am sure it will and can happen. Truly, like a child, I just gotta hold on to His hand.
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