Beautiful by Phil Wickham

When Stephen came home last week, he said he had a song to sing for me. I sat in anticipation as he took his guitar and started singing "Beautiful".........It is a Beautiful song. The words are as follows

I see your face in every sunrise
The colours of the morning are inside your eyes
The world awakens in the light of the day
I look up to see the sky and say........
You're beautiful

I see your power in the moonlite night
where planets are in motion and galaxies are bright
We are amazed at the light of the stars
It's all proclaiming who you are..........
You're beautiful

I see you hanging there on a tree
You bled and then you died and then you rose
again for me
Now you are sitting on your heavenly throne
Soon you will be coming home.........
You're beautiful

When we arrive at eternity's shore
where death is just a memory and
tears are no more
We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we'll sing.........
You're beautiful.........
You're beautiful.........

You're beautiful!

He sang it to the church on Sunday and one can't help but meditate on the beauty of Christ.

Molly Manhanga