| Something beautiful, something good |
| All of my confusion. He understood |
| All I had to offer Him was brokeness and strife |
| But he made something beautiful of my life |
| If there ever were dreams |
| That were lofty and noble |
| They were my dreams from the start |
| And the hope for life’s best were the hopes |
| That I harbor, down deep in my heart |
| But my dreams turned to ashes |
| And my castles all crumbled, fortune turned to loss |
| So I wrapped them all up in the rags of life |
| And laid it at the cross |
| Something beautiful, something good |
| All of my confusion. He understood |
| All I had to offer Him was brokeness and strife |
| But he made something beautiful of my life |
| (Something beautiful, something good) |
| (All of my confusion. He understood) |
| All I had to offer Him was brokeness and strife |
| But he made something beautiful of my life |
| He made something beautiful of my life |
| Something beautiful |
| Something beautiful |