The Artist Songtext
von Sarah Sparks

On the day I met the artist
Like medium that speaks to man
I said please reveal your glory
And as the paint drips from your hand
Use the brightest of the pigments
The most beautiful of hues
But the first stroke a dark shade of blue


So I begged and then I pleaded
I do not understand the means
Why would you put the hope inside me
If you would not paint the dream
He said don′t let glory's reflection
Distract you from glory
Remember that all good things come from me
With each stroke his hand was steady
And I found myself in awe
As I stood back from the painting
It was not of me at all
In the darker shades he painted
The ones that I had asked for not
Had me put in the shadow of a cross