Crooked Lines

Corrine May

My daughter tries to draw a butterfly with her crayon and crooked lines
And she's crying cos she just can't get it right
so I wrap her tiny hand in mind
to guide her with her heart's desire
And she smiles as her dreams take flight

Perhaps that's how it is on this labyrinth road
I just need to let Him guide my soul

God writes straight with crooked lines
He takes the mess we make in life
Turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
hidden by the veil of life,
The wisdom of His love's design
God writes straight with crooked lines

I've had days as dark as smoke
When it hurts too much to hurt and
it felt like the pain would never end
searching for answers but finding jokes
limping along the winding road
certain He has let me alone
when it's hard to trust there's a greater plan
Like a child, I just have to hold His hand. 


God writes straight with crooked lines
He takes the mess we make in life
Turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
hidden by the veil of life,
The wisdom of His love's design
God writes straight with crooked lines


It's heard to see the picture
When we've got our head to the ground
But the vision is perfect
from Heaven looking down
There's a reason for every detour and every scar
His mercy has always been written in the stars


God writes straight with crooked lines
He takes the mess we make in life
Turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
hidden by the veil of life,
The wisdom of His love's design
God writes straight with crooked lines