The Painter

                                                                                                     Words & Music: E. Pettersen

I saw him standing by the water

With a paintbrush in his hand

Painting pictures of his angels

As they danced along the sand

It took a while, but I said “Friend, can you paint me?”

He stepped back for just a moment

As if taken by surprise

Then he tipped his head and smiled

And as he looked into my eyes             

He said “Sure, but tell me who do you want to be?”

CHORUS:          

I said “Can you paint me a little more like Jesus?

That’s who I want this world to see…

Use your red for the blood that set me free…                   

And let them see more of Him and less of me.”

Well, he painted there for hours

With a look I can’t explain

We had to end it due to showers

I thought I heard Him bless the rain

And as He packed, He asked me

“Would you like to see?”

And even with the rain upon me

I felt warm tears roll down my face

For what I saw was truly moving

I felt my doubts and fears erased

But when I turned to thank Him, He was gone

When I looked upon the canvas

I saw a face I’d never known

He had done just what I asked Him

Changed my expression for His own

And I could hardly find the words…

And I said…

CHORUS:

You painted me a just little more like Jesus

You let them see the one who saved my soul

You used gold for the grace

That is shining from Your face

And for the crown of the King who made me whole

Can you paint me a little more like Jesus?

That’s who I want the world to see

Use your red for the blood

That set me free…and let them

See more of Him, and less of me…

                                                         ©2019 by E. Pettersen