Letras
Have you ever wondered
How this life goes by?
Are we just here for the ride?
Do you ever think of
Where you got your start?
Is this life some kind of weird art?
And I'm just the paint in the hand of a God
Who looks down with great awe
At His canvas of life that I'm a part of
A picture that's meant to be more than just
An expensive display of an artist's love, yeah
What an artist, what a painter
What a fine composer of my life
What an author, true designer
I'm forever fixed on this God
Have you ever thought of
Just who might be the source
Of the colors on your course?
Did it ever occur to you
That your where's and your why's
Could be planned ahead by a God
Who called you before you were born
To be part of the kingdom that He designed
In advance for the ones who would look upon
His great art and define who the author was, yeah
What an artist, what a painter
What a fine composer of my life
What an author, true designer
I'm forever fixed on this God
What an artist, what a painter
What a fine composer of my life
What an author, true designer
I'm forever fixed on this God
What an artist, what a painter
What a fine composer of my life
What an author, true designer
I'm forever fixed on this God
Have you ever wondered?
Have you ever questioned?
Have you?