if I were a painter then I would paint You
in every color and every fruit
I’d pray for my hands to be steady as Yours
and hope You would guide every move of my sword
I’d live on a palette created for me
but make Yours The Story that I want to breathe
so people could see and could know of Your Light
the One that illuminates all that’s inside

if I could be anything more than than I am
I’d lay my whole being on soil and sand
I’d revel in people who want to know peace
and give them a place to find what they seek
my heart would be mortal, my soul would be more
my thoughts would be fruits of a labor adorned
by all of the beauty the flesh has denied
a key to the past that will open the eyes
of all who are waiting for something to give
your prayers will be honored as long as you live

there’s this girl I know, she knows me too
she will tell you my story tomorrow
she will beckon me like Autumn’s breeze
and invite me back into my sorrow
I’ll be gently thrown by what she says  
just enough to be wholly transparent  
in how I am and in how I love
used to think this was only inherent
though I’m fathered by and mothered by
every cell that exists in my ending
I am made of more than what I knew  
I’m a woman, a Helper, a blessing

do you know what I mean about feeding
the every need of this world
there’re so many folk who don’t see it
caught up in a life gone awhirl
where the pain and despair got the better
of all of their moments in time
and right now there is nothing but Me left
said Hope, I’m the last One to die
even if both your hands have grown weary
and all of your strength disappears  
just remember the Words I have spoken
they’re with you forever, my dear

so how do you discern the every thinking of your heart?
and when are you in synch with it and when are you afar?
does every thought you have consider what is Good and True?
or rather does it consecrate the darkest parts of you?
are you the kind of human who lays every word to death?
or are you not the former, too aware of every breath?
do you know what it feels like to be everything you are?
or do you bend your knee instead, to every fallen star?

I never had a friend who knew me any way at all
except The One Who promised He would be there if I fall
my ev-er-y emotion makes it harder to believe
that I am of more worth to You than anything that be
for who am I to reckon with a debt I could not pay
let by and by my heart accept Your ransom every day
I never knew a Friend the way I know You here and now
in Spirit and in Truth I’ve learned to worship You somehow