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You were made for great things

You were born of flesh, but given angel wings

Torn from the heart of God the day you were conceived

A gift so undeserved

But, a gift given to me

A prayer finally heard

Loud and clear

Full of love, and Oh my Dear, God

Gave me the love torn from His heart

In the form of a girl who

Takes the love God gave her

And, gives it straight to me

I'd been walking through a valley

Dragging my feet, crying "Why me?"

I thought I was being punished

But, oh, how foolish of me

Turns out I was so lucky

Stuck in the ruts of feeling lonesome

Turns out I gained perspective

Seeing all God brought me through

So, now I'm crying praises louldly

Singing anthems of "Why me?"

Just like the dust beneath the grass

Given shape only by roots planted deep

Dust cannot be foundation

Without weight baring down

Turning the soft sand in to rock

Where feet can stand firm and know that

Just how far they've come

Was the perfect distance to be taught

That what's soft cannot appreciate true love's true facts

Until it's been turned hard and broken back

And rests in the hands of everything it now knows

It never knew back when it didn't know what it could lack

She says I was made for great things

And, somehow that pins wings on my fleshy back

But, for me

The moment she took my granite heart

She crushed it to the finest of ash

And, showed me the innocence I forgot love still had

So, if it is I who was born for greatness

It's only for the greatness in her gentle hands

That crushed my granite heart to sand

For which I've been blessed