(Verse 1)
When your struggle is the puzzle, and God’s got the plan,
He’s handing you new pieces, just to make you understand.
Parts of Him you never knew until you felt the flame,
You’re growing through the fire, He’s calling out your name.
(Bridge)
If you’re walking blind, He’ll give you eyes to see,
If you’re not listening, He’ll whisper what you need.
When your vision’s clear and your hearing’s true,
That fear you carried starts fading from you.
(Chorus)
God, are these butterflies a burden or a blessing?
Depends on the storm I’m standing and confessing.
A little bit of sin feels harmless some days,
‘Til it takes over your mind and won’t go away.
I’m your puzzle, Lord, I’m torn in this weather,
Put my broken pieces back together.
(Verse 2)
Can I trust Your timing? Can I give You the mic to speak?
Or am I blocking out Your voice with the sin I seek?
Unforgiveness in Your church cuts deep like a knife,
But forgiveness ain’t a feeling — it’s a choice that brings life.
So I’ll do myself a favor, let that anger go,
‘Cause holding on to hate just kills my soul.
You want my faith, You want my belief,
‘Cause the one who wants my peace is a thief.
(Bridge)
He’s been tryna steal my joy, my heart, my purpose,
But God, You shine through the pain beneath the surface.
You knew me before I ever drew breath,
You’re the reason I can rise from this mess.
(Chorus)
God, are these butterflies a burden or a blessing?
Depends on the storm I’m standing and confessing.
A little bit of sin feels harmless some days,
‘Til it takes over your mind and won’t go away.
I’m your puzzle, Lord, I’m torn in this weather,
Put my broken pieces back together.
(Chorus)
God, are these butterflies a burden or a blessing?
Depends on the storm I’m standing and confessing.
A little bit of sin feels harmless some days,
‘Til it takes over your mind and won’t go away.
I’m your puzzle, Lord, through the pain and the pressure,
Put my broken pieces back together.
(Outro)
So I won’t be conformed to what this world wants from me,
Let my light shine higher than these eyes can see.
You’re the artist, I’m the frame, the clay, the song —
God, keep me in Your hands, that’s where I belong.
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