HIS GREATEST MASTERPIECE

By Shae Cooke

Copyright 2004

In all of Creation, we are
His greatest Masterpiece
Made in His Image,
We are His workmanship
Not the afterthought of Creation
But the finishing touch,
The Apple of His Eye,
His greatest work of art.

CHORUS

There is a canvas on my heart
and when the light grows dim,
my imagination paints a picture
of who I am in Him.

His paintbrush flies across
The black canvas of our souls
With broad strokes of crimson
and a kaleidoscope of white
That makes us whole.
Skin colored by one of
God's jars of clay,
Heart painted by the One
Who is the Way.

CHORUS

There is a canvas on my heart
and when the light grows dim,
my imagination paints a picture
of who I am in Him.

Amber shades of glory
Surround the picture frame
And just above His signature,
He has inscribed our names.
When our earthly canvas
Fades and then decays,
Our spirits will live on with
The One who is the Way.

CHORUS

There is a canvas on my heart
and when the light grows dim,
my imagination paints a picture
of who I am in Him.

Many works of art
Become more priceless every day,
He knew our value and held on, held on
Then sent His Son to pay.
Not the afterthought of Creation
But the finishing touch,
The Apple of His Eye,
His greatest work of art.

BRIDGE

He paints our pictures with His Word
We are priceless, priceless, have you heard?
A princely sum He paid upon the tree,
When He died and rose again to set us free.

CHORUS