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 ...