Maybe you’ve heard the story
Of how we were made
A little dust and holy water
God working in the clay
There are lots of details
I have questions about
And a wonderous mystery
I can’t reason out
Who dreamed of waking every morning
To your smiling face
And the tender perfection
In your gentle ways
The warmth in your touch
And how your heart is true
I mostly wonder what kind of God
Dreamed of you
He has good taste in stature
Thinks long and curvy’s fine
Has a sharp sense of humor
Knows how to hold the line
If the size of the dream
Tells the size of the man
Then you’re the dream of a God
I can’t understand
Who dreamed of waking every morning
To your smiling face
And the tender perfection
In your gentle ways
The warmth in your touch
And how your heart is true
I mostly wonder what kind of God
Dreamed of you
We’ve made God in the image
Of the worst of our tribe
Angry and brooding
And hard to describe
Maybe the best of this life
Tells a story more true
Who could not love a God
Who took time making you
Who dreamed of waking every morning
To your smiling face
And the tender perfection
In your gentle ways
The warmth in your touch
And how your heart is true
I mostly wonder what kind of God
Dreamed of you
