Something beautiful, something good
All my confusion, He understood
All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife
But He made something beautiful of my life.
If there ever were dreams
That were lofty and noble
They were my dreams at the start
And hope for life’s best were the hopes
That I harbor down deep in my heart
But my dreams turned to askes
And my castles all crumbled, by fortune turned to loss
So I wrapped it all in the rags of my life
And laid it at the cross.
Written by Bill Gaither