[Verse 1] I held the pieces in my hands, Wondering where the picture went. Every road I thought was ending Led somewhere I never meant. There were nights that felt forgotten, Days I couldn’t see the sun, But heaven was still weaving beauty Long before the thread was spun. [Pre-Chorus] I called it broken. You called it seed. I thought the story ended there— You saw what it could be. [Chorus] What was meant for harm Became the hands that lifted me. What was meant to steal tomorrow Planted hope I couldn’t see. Your plans run deeper than my sorrow, Far beyond what fear can tell. You were writing resurrection Where I only saw farewell. [Verse 2] I have counted all the heartaches, Like stones beside a winding stream. Looking back, I see Your footprints Walking through what shattered me. Every valley shaped a witness, Every prison grew a key. Even tears became the water Growing something green in me. [Pre-Chorus] I called it waiting. You called it time. I thought You had forgotten— You were changing mine. [Chorus] What was meant for harm Became the road that brought me here. What was meant to bury promise Only buried all my fear. Your plans are filled with hope and future, Even when I cannot see. Every chapter You are holding Is still becoming victory. [Bridge] You never promised easy miles, You never said the storm would cease. But every storm has carried me Closer to Your perfect peace. The loom keeps turning, The Weaver knows. What looks like tangled threads today Tomorrow wears a crown. [Final Chorus] What was meant for harm Has become a song of grace. Every wound became a window For the light to find its place. Your plans are never ruled by darkness, Your goodness never comes too late. You are making gardens blossom Where the world expected graves. [Outro] The thread keeps weaving… The dawn keeps breaking… The hand that holds tomorrow Has always been holding me.
