Where the Beauty Is - Mary Chapin Carpenter

The crooked line beneath the paint

From faraway it looks straight

Where practiced hands betray a shake

That’s where the beauty is

The mark upon your skin revealed

Where injury and pain were sealed

But a scars the place where you were healed

That’s where the beauty is

Walk with me and hold my hand

There’s so much we don’t understand

The shattered pieces of a bowl

Filled and fused with dust and gold

In brokenness we are whole

That’s where the beauty is

Walk with me and hold my hand

There’s so much we won’t understand

All that’s buried in your heart

The cold and lonely, hopeless part

Dig down deeper and find the spark

That’s where the beauty is