Beautiful

Written by Shawn McDonald As I look into the stars Pondering how far away they are How You hold them in Your hands And still You know they're small You know my inner most being, oh Even better than I know, than I know myself What a beautiful God What a beautiful God And what am I, that I might be called Your child What am I, what am I That You might know me, my King What am I, what am I, what am I As I look off into the distance Watching the sun roll on by Beautiful colors all around me, oh Painted all over the sky The same hands that created all of this They created you and I What a beautiful God What a beautiful God And what am I, that I might be called Your child What am I, what am I That You might know me, my King What am I, what am I That You might die, that I might live What am I, what am I, what am I, what am I What am I What am I What am I What am I What am I