you make it beautiful
not what is already
not the perfect things
or at least the things that everyone thinks are perfect.
you said it was going to be hard
i just didn't expect it to be this hard
you said you would make broken things beautiful
well God
here I am
im about as broken as it gets
nothing is going right
im revisiting my regrets
when are you going to make it beautiful
when are you going to make me beautiful
beauty from the brokenness, right?
nothing is holding me back from hearing you now
give me direction
tell me what to do
for some reason
i don't hear you
i know you're all powerful
sovereign
and i know you care
but i don't feel very cared for
it's hard to feel anything but pain
when you're walking on shards of glass
that you made yourself
i broke down
shattered something i cherished
now it's on the floor and i'm forced to walk all over it
i don't know what to do

you've answered my prayers before
why do you remain silent now
why do you remain silent