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 the magazine
oh, but when i look at you its clear to me that . . .
I 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 God
Words and music by Steven Curtis Chapman
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