Note to self:

I really like the name Grayson...

Perfection

So I'm having a funky day. I just don't feel good. I'm questioning a lot of things, doubting a lot of things and people and myself. I don't like this feeling. At all. It's this, cloud.
So I sat down with my guitar and started playing the basics, G D Em C...
and words came. And it was great and brought me to tears a few times. It's a simple song. But it's really just what I needed today:



I'm the painting on the fridge
The drawing
Colors out of lines--an endless story
Of a mess

And You Lord, You're
the Mother, the Father
Who adore it.

Lord You,
Turn imperfection around
Into perfect pictures of perfection

To You,
It's a masterpiece in the making
I'm a masterpiece of God's creating

You say, "Hey can't you just see
I delight in you
I'm so proud of you,
My son, my daughter"

Lord You,
Turn imperfection around
Into perfect pictures of perfection

And You take the songs of my heart
and even when they're out of key
You love me
You love me
And that, that's true beauty.