Album: WINDING MOUNTAIN TRAIL | Song lyrics to: WORK OF ART
"WORK OF ART"
Verse 1
If I were an artist, I could share what's in my heart,
Explain my deepest feelings in an inspired work of art,
Sing it in a melody, or write it in a poem,
Paint it in a picture, or chisel it in stone.
But if this work only minister to pride,
Would it be better to break me,
Take what's left, & then remake me.
Chorus
Make my heart a work of art,
Dear Lord.
Take the broken pieces,
Make me someone new, dear Jesus.
Make my heart a work of art,
Dear Lord.
All the joy & beauty
Will come forth when You shine through me,
Lord.
Shine through me, Lord.
Verse 2
Just like a piece of clay in the Potter's hand,
Mold me & make me into a new person.
But if there's a flaw in me, then break me again.
Cleanse me & set me free from all of my sins.
With the Master's touch, the work has just begun.
Though there may be more tomorrow,
Your love has washed away the sorrow.
"WORK OF ART" (with chords)
Verse 1
(A)If I were an (E)artist, I could (F#m)share what's in my (C#m)heart,
(D)Explain my deepest (A)feelings in an (E#7)inspired work of (E)art,
(D)Sing it in a (E)melody, or (C#m)write it in a (F#)poem,
(Bm)Paint it in a (E)picture, or (A)chisel it in (A7)stone.
But if this (D)work only (E)minister to (C#m)pride,(F#)
(Bm)Would it be better to break me,
(E)Take what's left, & then remake me.
Chorus
(A)Make my (D)heart a work of (C#m) art,
Dear (F#)Lord.
(Bm)Take the broken pieces,
(E)Make me someone new, dear (E7)Jesus.
(A)Make my (D)heart a work of (C#m)art,
Dear (F#)Lord.
(Bm)All the joy & beauty
(E)Will come forth when You shine through me,
(D)Lord.(C#m) (Bm)
(E)Shine through me, (D)Lord.(C#m) (Bm) (E)
Verse 2
(A)Just like a (E)piece of clay (F#m)in the Potter's (C#m)hand,
(D)Mold me & (A)make me in(E#7)to a new (E)person.
(D)But if there's a (E)flaw in me, then (C#m)break me (F#)again.
(Bm)Cleanse me & (E)set me free from (A)all of my (A7)sins.
With the Master's (D)touch, the (E)work has just be(C#m)gun.
(Bm)Though there may be more tomorrow,
(E)Your love has washed a(E7)way the sorrow.