The Waiting - Wonderfully Made lyrics

Another day begins and I begin the mourning Look in the mirror wonder, what I'm trying for Lately the mirror's giving me some early warnings Can I make it out the door Close my eyes and move quickly down the hallway Don't really want to see my picture on the wall I pick a feature could be working on it all day But it wouldn't change at all So I think of this before I fall Chorus I'm made, with my Father's hands I'm made, with His breath of life I'm, fearfully, wonderfully made Through the window comes the warm Atlanta sunshine And I'm encouraged to think on a different thing The hand that lit the light that brightens up the skyline Turned clay into a king So let the mirror hear me sing Chorus I'll comb my hair a different way Maybe on a better day I could turn a head or two But I'm being manipulated here and only one opinion's clear And from His point of view With my Father's hands I'm made With His, breathe of life I'm made, with my Father's hands I'm made, with His breath of life I'm, fearfully, wonderfully Fearfully, wonderfully Fearfully, wonderfully made