In His Golden Hands

I thought I had the answers

Thought I knew the way

But the road I chose alone

Led me farther every day

I was living by a compass

That pointed where I pleased

Doing what felt right to me

Like that was all I’d need

But pride’s a heavy burden

For a man to try and hold

And the life I built around me

Started breaking in the cold

There I was in the wreckage

Of the plans I made alone

Standing in the ruins of the life I tried to build

Broken dreams and promises scattered on that hill

Pieces of my heart slipping through my hands

I was learning I was weaker than I’d ever understand

Then I turned and saw Him standing with His arms open wide

Said, “Son, give me the fragments you’ve been trying to hide”

I laid them in His hands and He began again

Turning shattered pieces into beauty made of gold within

He didn’t see the failure

Or the man I used to be

He saw something worth saving

In the wreckage of me

With mercy like a sunrise

And love that never ends

He took the scattered pieces

And began to mend

Where I saw a million mistakes

He saw a masterpiece begin

Standing in the ruins of the life I tried to build

Broken dreams and promises scattered on that hill

Pieces of my heart slipping through my hands

I was learning I was weaker than I’d ever understand

Then I turned and saw Him standing with His arms open wide

Said, “Son, give me the fragments you’ve been trying to hide”

I laid them in His hands and He began again

Turning shattered pieces into beauty made of gold within

Now every scar’s a brushstroke

Every tear a shade of grace

And the life I thought was ruined

He restored and rearranged

I don’t have to know tomorrow

I just follow where He goes

Now I walk in the light of a mercy I can’t earn

With the family that He blessed me with beside me on this turn

No more trying to be stronger than a man can be alone

I just trust the hands of Jesus guiding every road

What I thought was just a wreckage was the start of something new

He took the broken pieces and made beauty shining through

And the man I am today is living proof

That God can make a masterpiece from broken pieces too

So if you’re standing in the wreckage

With the pieces in your hands

There’s a Savior still waiting

To remake the shattered man.