The artist sees a world gone wrong
Yet feels the chance of glory strong
If all upon their bended knee
Would seek Him with humility
So the artist seeks to make
A piece of artistry to take
And offer for the public view
A vision of what is made new
His broken heart, made new by love
By the shedding of his Savior’s blood
Nailed upon a rough hewn tree
Gaining freedom for you and me