Verse 1 She walks where others hurry past… Finding beauty left behind. A weathered chair… a broken keepsake… Treasures hidden from our eyes. She never asks what something’s worth… Before the world moved on. She only sees what love remembers… When everyone else has gone. Pre-Chorus With patient hands… And quiet faith… She reminds the heart… Nothing is too late. Chorus Touched by grace… In everything she does. Turning worn into wonderful… Simply because… She sees beyond the surface… Beyond the scars we trace. Some people mend with tools… She mends with love. Touched by grace. Verse 2 Old timber whispers stories… Forgotten jewels begin to shine. Every thread she gently gathers… Becomes a work beyond its time. She never seeks the spotlight… Or applause for what she’s done. She simply leaves the world more beautiful… One heart… one piece… one by one. Bridge Perhaps that’s how our Maker works… Patient beyond measure. Not throwing broken things away… But revealing hidden treasure. Maybe we’re all unfinished… Waiting for the day… Someone looks with heaven’s eyes… And calls us beautiful anyway. Final Chorus Touched by grace… More precious than gold. Finding hope where others… Only see the old. Every act of kindness… Leaves a lasting trace. The world is brighter… Because of souls… Touched by grace.
