Behold the Architect by Preson Phillips

In Our Winters by Preson Phillips

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Behold the Architect
by Preson Phillips

Album: In Our Winters

Oh the wind of God was terrible and strong
And it stripped me, like a building, of my beautiful facade
To reveal what lies inside, a monument to pride

And the hands of God were steady like tree
As they fashioned, like an artist, what would be His masterpiece
And he made me what he first declared me to be

Behold, the Father
And behold the architect
Behold, the Founder
And the stone on which we rest
Who will build in us an edifice of love

The truths of God are steadfast, they are sure,
Making royalty of peasants, who were not of noble birth
Choosing weak and foolish souls, and humbling the wise

The heart of man is fashioning his gods
Placing burdens on his soul and granting nothing that he ought
Until he finally learns that its the kings own image he bares

Father I'm already yours
Father I'm already yours
Open wide my doors
My soul can rest assured
Father I'm already yours
Father I'm already yours
Open wide my doors
Open wide my doors

Behold, the Father
And behold the architect
Behold, the Founder
And the stone on which we rest
Who will build in us an edifice of love