Beneath The Mess Something Beautiful Lives

Beneath the mess something beautiful lived

Others could see it, but not me.

I only knew what I knew, to be somehow broken

But beneath the mess something beautiful lived.

Caught in the wake of the wrongs of others

I got washed away, far at sea

I got battered and bruised, not worth much

But beneath the mess something beautiful lived.

Somehow I was found by the One who made me

He could see as the others could see

The broken, the battered, the bruised was slowly healed

And what was beautiful beneath the mess slowly emerged.

Beneath the mess something beautiful lives

Now I can see when others can’t see

I only know what I know, that broken is not forever

And beneath the mess something beautiful lives.