Put the world into your brush
And let peace into your pen
Let the mind and heart come rush.
Let it make the world again.

Staring at an empty space
With potential to be found
Look behind the canvas face
There is wonder there inbound.

Hear the music of the rain,
Hear the whistling of the trees,
Concentrate upon the plain
There is more than what is seen.

Let the mind wander and roam,
Let it empty, let it fill.
Tour the world and go back home;
Let your pen do as it will.

'Neath the thought's another thought,
And a world inside each heart.
Dwell in deeply and be caught
Be constricted in true art.

It is not about the words
Nor the stroke of every paint
But a message to the world
No matter how strong or faint.

So when you stare at the blank
And see God in a vision,
Put with ink, the sky that sank
In art of your decision

Put the world into your brush
And let peace into your pen
Let the mind and heart come rush.
Let it make the world again.