Crooked Lines

My daughter tries to draw a butterfly
 With her crayons and crooked lines
 And she's crying cause she just can't get it right
 So I wrap her tiny hand in mine
 To guide her with her heart's design
 And she smiles as her dreams take flight
 Perhaps that's how it is on this labyrinth road
 I just need to let Him guide my soul.
 God writes straight with crooked lines
 He takes the mess we make in life
 Turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
 Hidden by the veil of time
 The wisdom of His love's design
 God writes straight with crooked lines
 I've had days as dark as smoke
 When it hurt too much to hope
 And it felt like the pain would never end
 Searching for answers but finding jokes
 Limping along the winding road
 Certain He left me all alone.
 When it's hard to trust that there's a greater plan
 Like a child I've got to just hold His hand.
 God writes straight with crooked lines
 He takes the mess we make in life
 Turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
 Hidden by the veil of time
 The wisdom of His love's design
 God writes straight with crooked lines
 It's hard to see the picture
 when we've got our head to the ground
 But the vision is perfect
 from Heaven looking down
 There's a reason for every detour
 and every scar
 His mercy has always been
 written in the stars.
 God writes straight with crooked lines
 He takes the mess we make in life
 Turns our groaning into perfect rhyme
 Hidden by the veil of time
 The wisdom of His love's design
 God writes straight with crooked lines