The Artist lifted the canvas And sketched each line carefully I watched as the picture unfolded It was shaped in the image of me The shadows were deepened with sorrow And the brow was wrinkled with pain The eyes were sad and so empty A picture of sorrow and shame He painted a heart that was broken Torn and scarred deep within And bitter from life's disappointments And framed with a blackness of sin I looked in the eyes of the Artist I trembled and reached for his hand And cried o Master Creator Transform me and paint me again So he smiled and lifted the canvas And started all over again Remolding and shaping the image How graceful the touch of his hands He painted a heart that was mended Erased all the guilt and the sin And framed with colours of crimson I posed and he painted again I posed and he painted again.