The Artist

The Artist lifted the canvas
And sketched each line carefully
I watched as the picture unfolded
It was shaped in the image of me.

The shadows were deepened with sorrow
And the brow was sprinkled with pain
The eyes were sad and so empty
A picture of sorrow and shame.

He painted a heart that was broken
Torn and scarred deep within,
And bitter from life's disappointments
And framed with the blackness of sin.

I looked in the eyes of the Artist,
I trembled and reached for His hand,
And cried O Master Creator
Transform me and paint me again.

So He smiled and lifted the canvas
And started all over again
Remolding and shaping the image
How graceful the touch of His hand.

He painted a heart that was mended
Replacing the guilt and the shame,
And framed it with colors of crimson
I posed and He painted again.

Comments

  1. I used to sing this song but in my years of moving I have lost the sound track. Is it available.

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    1. Hi, I know the tune to this song. I could sing it and send you an email.

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