that screams beautiful to me.

You say beauty comes from broken,
but how broken can they be
Forced from barely standing
to eating dust on battered knee

Hands raised in solemn surrender
as tears form puddles at their feet
I don't know about You,
but that screams beautiful to me

You say beauty comes from ashes,
but just how much can be burned
Left with charred remains of loved ones
and a grief they never earned

Voices rise with the blackest smoke
as they close their eyes to what they see
and I don't know about You
but that screams beautiful to me.

You say perfect comes in weakness,
but how much weak counts for alot
as their shoulders bear the weight of faith
that the rest of us forgot

Broken hearts turn to Your face,
as genuine as could be
and I don't know about You
but that screams beautiful to me.

A quiet, gentle spirit
with a monumental faith
Hands that raise to praise you
and a heart that seeks Your face

A love to conquer all
Unspoken faith for all to see
I know its beautiful to You,
and that screams beautiful to me.