Nothing about it would catch the eye it's got
Lots of flaws, no straight lines
Smelling of earth, tasting of sky it's
Beautiful
Kind of a sculpture, kind of a shrine
It's a masterpiece of friction and time
Chaotic order, crazy design,
It's beautiful, it's beautiful

Just a pile of uncut stones
But there's Glory rising
You put them there one by one and it's
Beautiful
Just a picture of my soul
Where there's Glory rising
Rough and strong and vulnerable
It's beautiful
It's beautiful

Trying to hold the image of You
Imperfectly perfect, You shine through
Smelling of Eden, heaven's perfume
It's beautiful
Now I am seeing through tinted hues
Your fingerprints leaving traces of You
Unfinished vessel with scars and wounds
And they're beautiful
Well, they're beautiful

Just a pile of uncut stones
But there's Glory rising
You put them there one by one and it's
Beautiful
Just a picture of my soul
Where there's Glory rising
Rough and strong and vulnerable
It's beautiful
It's beautiful

Glory