My Lord, my God, you are a painter
And the world’s your work of art.
The sky’s your canvas, and the sunlight’s your paint.
The divine brush speeds across the heavens,
A stroke for the shadows, and a brush for the clouds
I see the sunset by the beach, who else but thee
Could paint such marvel and beauty?
My Lord, my God, you are a painter
And the world’s your work of art
The land’s your canvas, and the verdant trees your paint
The divine brush sweeps across the azure sky
With a dab for the fresh green grass, and curves for the rolling hills
I see the morning landscape, and who else but thee
Could paint such wonder and majesty?
My Lord, my God, you are a painter
And the world’s your work of art
Life’s your canvas, and our blood the paint
The divine brush grates across our skin
A gush for our tears, and strike for our pains
I see the suffering and cry at the cruelty
Could it be that you painted such pain and misery?
I walk across the world, the greatest work of art
And cannot help be awed and wonder
Though I ne’er grasp the sublimity
Of the gift that’s given free,
I know my Lord, my God, who else but thee
Could paint this masterpiece
Of such beauty and misery?
Janus Knows 