Art Gallery

How beautiful are the tender eyes 

That choose to forgive and never despise

How wonderful are the loving hands 

That save the world and all who are his

How amazing is the cross he hung upon

To die to death and bring forth life

How beautiful are the tender eyes 

That choose to forgive and never despise

A light shined in the darkness

A way not known to man

A flower grew from the ashes 

She was in her makers hands 

And she told her friends of who he was

And of all that he had done 

A garden grew from the love

That shined down from the son

As a child she grew in love

As she grew she forgot who she was 

And gave herself to the word

But the world crumbled her up 

In desperation she appealed to the King

To buy her back and set her free

To be a servant in the house of her God

To worship and to sing

The people they welcomed her home

Her father he opened his arms in love

Just as when she was a girl

He told her she was more than enough