| Before you had a name or open up your eyes
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| Or any one could recognize your face
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| You were being formed so delicate inside
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| Secluded in God’s safe and hidden place
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| With your little tiny hand and little tiny feet
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| And little eyes that shimmer like a pearl
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| He breathe in you a song and to make it all complete
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| He brought the masterpiece into the world
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| You are a Masterpiece a new creation he has formed
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| And you’re as soft and fresh as a snowy winter morn
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| And I’m so glad that God has given you to me
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| Little lamb of God, you are a Masterpiece.
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| And now you’re growing up, your life’s a miracle
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| Every time I look at you I stand in owe
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| Because I see in you a reflection of me
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| And you’ll always be my little lamb from God
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| And as your life goes on each day, how I pray that you will see
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| Just how much your life has meant to me
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| And I’m so proud of you, what else is there to say
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| Just be the masterpiece He created you to be.
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| You are a Masterpiece a new creation he has formed
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| And you’re as soft and fresh as a snowy winter morn
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| And I’m so glad that God has given you to me
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| Little lamb of God, you are a Masterpiece.
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| you are a Masterpiece. |