The Refrigerator Door

At seven she knew the Golden Rule
 She memorized it in her Sunday school
 Her grandparents took her every week
 Her mom and dad, right now they don't speak
 She ran through the door with something they'd made
 Glitter and glue and a smile on her face
 Her mommy was proud, jus t like before
 She put her masterpiece on the
 Refrigerator door
 Cottonball sheep, an old wooden cross
 Made of popsicle sticks reaching out to the lost
 Coloring pages cut out of a book
 Crayola red for the life that they took
 Hanging right there, plain as could be,
 Salvation's story, so rich and so free
 But Mom didn't need that stuff anymore
 Oh but just in case, there's a picture of grace
 On the refrigerator door.
 Now it's never easy to parent alone
 One stormy night, he didn't come home
 She wondered how thing could be where they are
 She sat in the kitchen alone in the dark
 She whispered a prayer, she gave up the fight
 The answer was there in the pale moonlight
 Cottonball sheep, an old wooden cross
 Made of popsicle sticks reaching out to the lost
 Coloring pages cut out of a book
 Crayola red for the life that they took
 Hanging right there, plain as could be,
 Salvation's story, so rich and so free
 It never touched her like this before
 With tears on her face, she found grace
 On the refrigerator door.
 Daughters grow up, they move away
 They start a family and maybe someday
 Life takes a turn, she's full of doubt
 She'll come home to figure things out
 A fresh cup of coffee, a moment of grace
 Down from the attic and back into place
 Lovingly placed as they were before
 All of the answers were right there
 On the refrigerator door
 Cottonball sheep, an old wooden cross
 Made of popsicle sticks reaching out to the lost
 Coloring pages cut out of a book
 Crayola red for the life that they took
 Hanging right there, plain as could be,
 Salvation's story, so rich and so free
 For all of the things that life has in store
 And when everything's wrong, He was there all along
 On the refrigerator door.
 Thank God for grace, glitter, and paste
 On the refrigerator door