"Your Song"

November 1, 2008

I want to paint visions in song
to sing colors and love
To stroke paints on the hearts of men
that they might look to Him.
I want to sing like the wind
leaves blowing like the melody
of one, two, three,
red, yellow, green
I want to fall up
to land in Heaven’s arms
to see things I cannot speak
but still know I am here
though I do not belong.
In the world, but not of it,
I’ll sing Your song.