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 wrinkled 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 a 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 hands

He painted a heart that was mended
Erased all the guilt and the sin
And framed with colours of crimson
I posed and he painted again
I posed and he painted again.