Grace from Scraps

[Intro] Old boards wake as I begin Sparks of purpose light my grin [Verse 1] I comb the attic for hidden grain Sand by sand I grant the past a new refrain Each nail holds steady, each cut is mine I craft a humble thing from scraps divine [Chorus] I build with hands that trust their faith I give old things a brighter place From forgotten wood to daily use I am the spark turning waste to grace [Verse 2] When doubt whistles down the street, I stay the course I repurpose light and hope to guide it forward My tools are compass, plan, and stubborn will I turn rough remnants into shelter and art [Pre-Chorus] I don't wait for miracles; I measure and mold This is my craft, this is my soul [Chorus] I build with hands that trust their faith I give old things a brighter place From forgotten wood to daily use I am the spark turning waste to grace [Bridge] I am not waiting for a perfect plan I shape the world with rough, loving hands Reclaimed, I rise, useful and true Beauty grows where effort learns to stand [Chorus] I build with hands that trust their faith I give old things a brighter place From forgotten wood to daily use I am the spark turning waste to grace [Outro] Built with my hands, I am enough