[Verse] Beneath the trees where shadows play, A simple frame of sun-worn wood. No polished lines, no golden light, Just hands that built it, hearts that stood. [Pre-Chorus] Each nail a promise, each beam a prayer, Bare feet and silence in the air. [Chorus] This altar made of rough-hewn grace, Where broken things meet Your holy face. No need for words, no need to hide— You meet me here, You’re close, You’re near. This altar made of rough-hewn grace, Where I find peace in Your embrace. [Verse] A child’s chalk sketch, a folded note, A name we’re writing, one by one. No need for gold, no need for fame— Just this still place, where grace stays the same. [Pre-Chorus] Each splinter speaks of love that stayed, The quiet hush where hope is made. [Chorus] This altar made of rough-hewn grace, Where broken things meet Your holy face. No need for words, no need to hide— You meet me here, You’re close, You’re near. This altar made of rough-hewn grace, Where I find peace in Your embrace. [Bridge] And if the world should shake and fall, I’ll come back to this sacred wall. Not for glory, not for show— Just to breathe Your name, and know That even when I’m worn and scarred, You’re still here, and I’m not far. [Chorus] This altar made of rough-hewn grace, Where broken things meet Your holy face. No need for words, no need to hide— You meet me here, You’re close, You’re near. This altar made of rough-hewn grace, Where I find peace in Your embrace. [Outro] Peace in Your embrace… This altar made of grace… Just You… and me… And time… and space… …still… …still…