Theology of Beauty

Hmm-mm

As if it was meant

To bring me solace

As if it was meant

To be balm

I accept the gentle urgency

To lean into Your warmth

Wrap me up

Perfect like a picture

Frame me in one

Candid as I make note

Of how your eyes speak

Sweet something's

Beauty, You're beauty itself

Beauty, You're beauty itself

As if I was born

To know Your adoration

As if I was molded

To feel Your sensation

You deserve more than

An empty vessel

So fill me with Your wine and

Let me drink until I'm satisfied and

Wrap me up

Perfect like a picture

Frame me in one

Candid as I make note

Of how Your eyes speak

Sweet something's

Beauty, You're beauty itself

Beauty, You're beauty itself

You don't hold things

Over my head

You never tease

You never leave

You don't hold things

Over my head

You never tease

You never leave

I test Your patience

I forget grace is following my apathy

Forgive me, forgive me, oh, no

Your beauty calls, and I answer

I can't help but create what I feel

You make me feel beautiful

You're beauty, You're beauty itself

When I see You, I see You myself

You let me see You, see You, see You for myself

Ooh, ooh