[male
vocals] (
Yes
Lord) (
Praise
Him)
He
saw
the
gold
inside
the
dust,
He
saw
the
glory
in
the
rust.
My
raw
wasn't
a
mistake,
it
was
a
seed,
Yahweh
planted
iron
inside
of
me
before
I
could
plead.
Before
the
sound,
before
the
light
began
to
break,
He
saw
the
purpose
in
every
single
breath
I
take.
You
loved
me
raw
when
I
was
down
upon
the
ground,
When
I
was
lost
and
searching,
that’
s
when
Your
grace
was
found. (
Thank
You
Jesus)
Oh,
the
raw
moment
is
a
blessing
to
the
soul,
You’
re
the
Master
Polisher,
You’
re
making
me
whole.
From
the
raw
state
to
the
shine
of
the
star,
Thank
You
for
loving
me
just
the
way
that
I
are.
Oh,
the
anointing
overflows,
it
breaks
every
bank,
My
cup
runneth
over,
I’
ve
got
You
to
thank. (
Glory,
glory,
hallelujah)
Your
raw
tools
are
Your
anointing,
shining
bright,
You
always
polish
the
raw
until
it’
s
walking
in
the
light.
What
a
great
Polisher,
You’
re
taking
all
the
pain,
Turning
it
to
power,
like
the
sun
after
the
rain. (
Yes
Lord)
Many
great
prophets
were
anointed
in
the
raw
stage,
Writing
out
their
stories
on
a
brand
new
holy
page.
Oh,
the
raw
moment
is
a
blessing
to
the
soul,
You’
re
the
Master
Polisher,
You’
re
making
me
whole.
From
the
raw
state
to
the
shine
of
the
star,
Thank
You
for
loving
me
just
the
way
that
I
are.
Oh,
the
anointing
overflows,
it
breaks
every
bank,
My
cup
runneth
over,
I’
ve
got
You
to
thank.
From
Saul’
s
house
to
David’
s
throne,
The
oil
of
the
spirit
is
the
seed
that
You
have
sown.
David
was
anointed
while
he
stood
upon
the
raw,
That’
s
just
how
God
works,
defying
every
law.
Grandpaa,
the
raw
moment
is
a
blessing
indeed,
Anointing
overflowing
for
every
single
need.
Star
shine
on,
Grandpaa,
let
the
glory
ring,
We
serve
a
mighty
God,
the
everlasting
King.
With
music
in
the
spirit,
the
melody
is
true,
Everything
I’
m
singing
is
coming
back
to
You. (
Amen!)
Oh,
the
raw
moment
is
a
blessing
to
the
soul,
You’
re
the
Master
Polisher,
You’
re
making
me
whole.
From
the
raw
state
to
the
shine
of
the
star,
Thank
You
for
loving
me
just
the
way
that
I
are.
Oh,
the
anointing
overflows,
it
breaks
every
bank,
My
cup
runneth
over,
I’
ve
got
You
to
thank.
Yes,
the
cup
is
running
over.
Shine
on,
Grandpaa,
shine
on.
Glory
to
the
Polisher.
Glory
to
the
Polisher. (
Amen,
amen,
amen) (
Praise
Him,
praise
Him)