Every time I hear this song by Steven Curtis Chapman on the radio, it makes me smile and nod my head eagerly, as I think of my own attitudes towards myself and those of my friends who also wrestle with self-image and worth and being loved:
Fingerprints of GodI can see the tears filling your eyes
And I know where they're coming from
They're coming from a heart that's broken in two
By what you don't see
The person in the mirror
Doesn't look like a magazine
Oh but when I look at you it's clear to me thatI can see the fingerprints of God
when I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know it's true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of GodNever has there been and never again
Will there be another you
Fashioned by God's hand
And perfectly planned
To be just who you are
And what He's been creating
Since the first beat of your heart
Is a living breathing priceless work of artJust look at you
You're a wonder in the making
Oh and God's not through no
In fact He's just getting started
(from Speechless album, Sparrow Records, 1999)
What really touches my heart, too, is that he wrote it for his own daughter, Emily. I love the father's heart that wanted to communicate this to her.
I also think about who gets the honor and acclaim for a masterpiece - not the artwork itself, but the Artist. To say that a wonderful piece of art is not wonderful doesn't do any good to the artwork, it just dishonors the Artist.
I've loved this song from the first time I heard it! And I love your insight at the end into praise for the Artist...I've never thought about it that way before and what you wrote changes my view of myself...thanks for sharing your wisdom and praise...:-)
Posted by: Julie | June 23, 2004 at 09:12 AM