Lisa

I moved out to the country to work the land

To learn what it means to have dirt on my hands

Sowing the seeds and tending the rows

Learning the patience that a harvester knows

At thirty years old, I held my two boys

Filling the quiet with a beautiful noise

I learned to be strong, I learned to be wise

Looking at the world through curious eyes

Oh Lisa, your mistakes are not who you are

You don't have to carry the weight of the scars

You're worthy of the good parts, the fun and the peace

Worthy of the love where the heavy burdens cease

Not because of the hard work your own hands have done

But who you are in Jesus, the forgiven one

Taking it all just one day at a time

Living in a grace so divine

I remember the trips driving down to the sea

Riding the white water, wild and free

Casting a fishing line where the river runs deep

Camping under stars before falling asleep

And just when I thought that my story was set

I found true love again, the best blessing yet

A dependable partner when the weather gets cold

A caring, loving heart as the years unfold

Twenty-seven years sober, walking in the light

By the grace of God, making it through the night

Learning to live and just breathe in the air

Knowing that my Savior has always been there

There is still so much left, no room for regret

No, this beautiful life isn't over yet

'Cause Lisa, your mistakes are not who you are

You don't have to carry the weight of the scars

You're worthy of the good parts, the fun and the peace

Worthy of the love where the heavy burdens cease

Not because of the hard work your own hands have done

But who you are in Jesus, the forgiven one

Taking it all just one day at a time

Living in a grace so divine