Blessed are you, as you weep on your knees with perfume and tears washing over My feet
Blessed are you, beggar, hopeless and blind calling for mercy when I'm passing by
Blessed are you, shaking your head at two tiny fish and some bread
Blessed are you as you tremble and wait for the first stone thrown at your sinful disgrace

Tell me your story, show me your wounds
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you
Hand me the pieces, broken and bruised
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you

Blessed are you, walking on waves to find yourself sinking when you look away
Blessed are you, leper, standing alone, the fear on their faces, is all that you've known
Blessed are you, lonely widow who gave your last shiny coin to Yahweh
Blessed are you with your silver and lies, kissing the One who's saving your life

Tell me your story, show me your wounds
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you
Hand me the pieces, broken and bruised
And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you

I see what I made in your mother's womb
I see the day I fell in love with you.
I see your tomorrows, nothing left to chance
I see My Father's fingerprints
I see your story, I see My name
Written on every beautiful page
You see the struggle, you see the shame
I see the reason I came

I came for your story, I came for your wounds
To show you what Love sees when I see you
When I see you
When I see you

Mac Powell / Nordeman/Herms