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