[Intro] (Strummed acoustic guitar - steady rhythm) (Electric guitar slides in) (Drums enter: Kick-snare) (Spoken) They said I was a mess. I say I’m abstract art. Let’s go. [Verse 1] I look in the mirror and I count every crack I trace every failure and the things that I lack. The enemy whispers that I’m built all wrong That I’m singing a broken and out-of-tune song. I compare my chapter to everyone’s book I cringe at the way that I feel and I look. I told You to scrap it, to start over new ‘Cause I didn't think I was pleasing to You. [Chorus] But You don't rush perfection, You take Your time You painted the mountains, You wrote every rhyme. You knit me together in secret and dark You signed Your name on my soul as a mark. I am not a jagged line, I’m not a scribble I’m not a leftover, I’m not a dribble. Every emotion and every scar Is part of the beautiful Art that we are. I wasn't an accident, I wasn't delayed. I was intentionally made. [Post-Chorus Hook] (Tambourine shaking) On purpose. (On purpose!) With passion. (With passion!) You sculpted my heart in Your holy fashion. Not a mistake. (No!) Not a regret. (No!) You haven't finished the painting yet. [Verse 2] They told me I’m "too much," they told me I’m "weird" They pointed at all of the things that I feared. But why would I listen to critics down here? When the Architect whispered it into my ear? You gave me this fire, You gave me this voice You gave me this spirit, it wasn't a choice! If I hide my light, then I’m hiding Your work I’m acting like grace is a singular perk. But grace is the canvas, and love is the paint I’m a messy and beautiful watercolor saint. [Chorus] But You don't rush perfection, You take Your time You painted the mountains, You wrote every rhyme. You knit me together in secret and dark You signed Your name on my soul as a mark. I am not a jagged line, I’m not a scribble I’m not a leftover, I’m not a dribble. Every emotion and every scar Is part of the beautiful Art that we are. I wasn't an accident, I wasn't delayed. I was intentionally made. [Verse 3] (Bass line drives forward) So I’m hanging this picture up on the wall I’m standing up straight and I’m standing up tall. I’m trusting the Potter to handle the clay To mold me and make me a little each day. The cracks let the light out, the chips show the use I’m done with the shame and the verbal abuse! I’m a one-of-a-kind, I’m a limited edition I’m walking around in a holy position! [Guitar Solo] (Electric guitar solo - Bluesy and bright) Yeah-ee-yeah! I’m a Masterpiece! Ooh-whoa-oh! Don't cover it up! Let it shine! [Bridge] You looked at the stars and said "It is good." You looked at the oceans and said "It is good." You looked at the trees and said "It is good." Then You looked at me... (Music stops for a beat) And You died just to save me. You said I was very good. [Outro] (Music fades with guitar strum) I’m a masterpiece. (Yes I am.) Intentionally made. (Yes I am.) You didn't miss a detail. (Not one.) Mmmm

Intentionally Made (The Masterpiece)