This is a song I wrote about two years ago. The words came into my mind today so I picked up my guitar and gave it a play. I haven't played it in quite some time so it was a bit 'rusty', but the Lord really ministered to my heart and I wanted to share it on my site. I wish I could put it on the site as audio... (if I can figure that out or get a link I will). Though it is introspective and melancholy, this is a song about beauty, hence the title of this song; Something Beautiful. I'm not sure that most people will get its true meaning, but I felt as though it might minister to some hearts as it has mine. In a world that provides plenty of opportunities to see the negative things and the brokeness that is all around, this song comes from an experience where the Lord took me from that place and has shown me beauty amongst a dying world. Even so it is dying, for this comes from the curse, Jesus will restore all things and in this we have an eternal hope. There will be a time when we will not have to cry out because of despair or affliction, but as we do now, the Lord looks upon us and sees the most beautiful thing to Him... and this is the love that is cultivated between you and Jesus even in the darkest times of your life. If there is any lesson that can come from a song like this, let it be that in all things God can bring life, restoration, and He can make all things beautiful.

'Something Beautiful'

Hope has become my obsession in a world colored gray by the blood of those already dead,
but I still see something beautiful… Life.
Like a willow tree on a river bank, sad because it strived to the top-
now reaching to the bottom, thirsty for its younger days closer to the water…
‘Yeah’ I reach for the water too. Its always low, humbled, sad,
But I still see something beautiful.

Chorus: Colors ranging from the bland to the vivid,
Paint the portrait of my dreams and my affections on a fading sky
Calling to the nighttime beauty that’s ‘black and white’,
And it opens up my heart.

This life is sometimes passionate, always beautiful.
This life will always overcome… everyday is new, we find they come and they fade away,
Calling us to live each moment- call upon the heavens, “open up to my heart”-
Leaving me a child cause they always see so pure… that’s what I want to be.

*Chorus*

Reality is a wrecking ball that tears down the walls we’ve built upon our pride-
so may it fall like rain… maybe we’ll see the dew of humility in the morning,
Giving hope to the new day that we’ll always have a second chance-
Until we’ve lived our last day under this sun with all the clouds and rain,
Praying for the beautiful to come.

*Chorus*
We are children of a casualty set free by the blood of the King on that Holy day…
There’s something beautiful about a man that gives His life for us.