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So i wrapped her tiny hand in mine to guide her with her heart s design, oh.searching for answers but finding jokes
So i wrapped her tiny hand in mine to guide her with her heart s design, hidden by the veil of time Corrinne, i just need to let him guide my soul
The pain would never end, the pain would never end
So i wrapped her tiny hand in mine to guide her with her heart s design, certain you ve left me all alone
it s hard to see the picture when we ve got our head to the ground
God writes straight with crooked lines, and she smiles as her dreams take flight, the wisdom of his love s design
the pain would never end
Limping alone the winding road, god writes straight with crooked lines
There is a reason for every detour and every scar, i just need to let him guide my soul
Perhaps this is how it is on this labyrinth road, i just need to let him guide my soul Corrinne, when s it hard to trust that there is a greater plan
My daughter tries to draw a butterfly with her crayons and crooked lines, and it felt like
Hidden by the veil of time, when it hurt too much to hold, it s hard to see the picture when we ve got our head to the ground
The wisdom of his love s design, so i wrapped her tiny hand in mine to guide her with her heart s design
And it felt like, perhaps this is how it is on this labyrinth road Corrinne, it s hard to see the picture when we ve got our head to the ground
It s hard to see the picture when we ve got our head to the ground, when s it hard to trust that there is a greater plan
And she s cried cause she just can t get it right, there is a reason for every detour and every scar, he turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
It s hard to see the picture when we ve got our head to the ground, the wisdom of his love s design Crooked, the wisdom of his love s design
like a child i ve gotta just hold his hand
The wisdom of his love s design, so i wrapped her tiny hand in mine to guide her with her heart s design
when it hurt too much to hold
Perhaps this is how it is on this labyrinth road, the wisdom of his love s design Corrinne, when it hurt too much to hold
God writes straight with crooked lines, when s it hard to trust that there is a greater plan
And it felt like, the wisdom of his love s design
hidden by the veil of time
And she s cried cause she just can t get it right, he turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
He takes the mess we make in life, limping alone the winding road
Oh.searching for answers but finding jokes, when it hurt too much to hold
The pain would never end, i ve had days as dark as smoke, perhaps this is how it is on this labyrinth road
There is a reason for every detour and every scar, god writes straight with crooked lines, and it felt like
and it felt like
like a child i ve gotta just hold his hand
And she s cried cause she just can t get it right, but the vision is perfect from heaven looking down
It s hard to see the picture when we ve got our head to the ground, the wisdom of his love s design, when s it hard to trust that there is a greater plan
god writes straight with crooked lines
i ve had days as dark as smoke
God writes straight with crooked lines, and she s cried cause she just can t get it right Crooked, my daughter tries to draw a butterfly with her crayons and crooked lines
And it felt like, certain you ve left me all alone, like a child i ve gotta just hold his hand
hidden by the veil of time