I hear You calling out my name as only You can do
Your voice it covers all my shame, the old You turned to new
No matter how things look to me
You see a destiny, a perfect promise

You call me beautiful, You call me righteous
You call me worthy of Your Son's own precious blood
You call me holy, You call me strong at my weakest
Forgive an impure, You call me Yours

It's hard for me to understand exactly what You see
I slip and stumble everyday but still You say believe
He'll say you finish what you start
You've seen me from my heart and not the bruises

You call me beautiful, You call me righteous
You call me worthy of Your Son's own precious blood
You call me holy, You call me strong at my weakest
Forgive an impure, You call me Yours

You call me beautiful, You call me righteous
You call me worthy of Your Son's own precious blood
You call me holy, You call me strong at my weakest
Forgive an impure, forgive an impure, You call me Yours

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Writer(s): CHRISTY LEIGH SEAMANS, REGINALD TIMOTHY STONE