Masterpiece.

Yesterday I was driving to Provo, and since it was Sunday, I was listening to some Church music. I was listening Julie de Azevedo, and her song "Masterpiece" came on. I've heard it before, but yesterday the lyrics really struck me, so I thought I would share them.

"Masterpiece"

Simple clay in a potter's hand,

an empty page and an author's pen,

an artist's brush to a canvas white,

and a work of art comes to life.

Marble raw, but the sculptor sees

the masterpiece that lies beneath,

though rough and marred the master's touch

can change this life into his work of love.

So every day I pray

He'll write his will upon my heart,

mold my soul to his design,

adding color, depth, and light,

polishing until I shine, shine, shine.

All my heart is in his hands,

he's painting the life he'd have me lead,

through refining floods and flames,

smoothing edges and the seams.

And in time, time, time,

oh this simple life will be,

a masterpiece.

Snowy peaks, water colored skies,

His works of beauty fill my eyes,

but he sees nothing more beautiful

than a heart submissive to his will.

I want to know his will,

So every day I pray

He'll write his will upon my heart,

mold my soul to his design,

adding color, depth, and light,

polishing until I shine, shine, shine.

All my heart is in his hands,

he's painting the life he'd have me lead,

through refining floods and flames,

smoothing edges and the seams.

And in time, time, time,

oh this simple life will be,

a masterpiece.

My Master's masterpiece.