I can see the tears filling your eyes, 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, It's clear to me, that
I can see the fin - ger - prints of God, When I look at you.
I can see the fin - ger - prints of God and I know it's true,
You're the master piece and all cre-a-tion quiet-ly ap-plauds.
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God.
Never has there been and never again will there be another you,
Fashioned by God's hand and perfectly planned to be just who you are.
And what He's been creating since the first beat of your heart,
Is a living breathing priceless work of art. And
I can see the fin - ger - prints of God, When I look at you.
I can see the fin - ger - prints of God and I know it's true,
You're the master piece and all cre-a-tion quiet-ly ap-plauds.
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God.
Just look at you, You're a wonder in the making.
Oh and God's not through, no. In fact He's just getting started. And
I can see the fin-ger-prints of God, When I look at you.
I can see the fin-ger-prints of God and I know it's true,
You're the master piece and all cre-a-tion qui-et-ly ap-plauds.
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God.
You are covered with the fingerprints
(I can see the fin-ger-prints of God,)
(I can see the fin-ger-prints of God,)
(I can see the fin-ger-prints of God,)
(I can see the fin-ger-prints)