You know, the portrait of life is ever changing; no two canvases are the same,
The mural of time is rearranging the rules of every game,
Now, one man's gift is another's burden, it's not always eye to eye,
Too often we judge, and pull the curtain on someone's frame of mind.
But the picture of love can change with every colour, painted by days gone by,
I know he's drawing us near, and all becomes clearer when seen through the master's eye.
Alone at the easel to capture a moment of God's enormous will,
How can I expect to limit a love, with so many needs to fill?
And the picture of love can change with every colour, painted by days gone by,
I know he's drawing us near, and all becomes clearer when seen through the master's eye,
Picture of love can change with every colour, painted by days gone by,
I know he's drawing us near, and all becomes clearer, seen through the master's eye.
I open my mind, only to find there's so much that I still have to learn,
I open my eyes, only to see there is much more to life than just me,
I searched for a way to try and explain how your love forever stays the same.
But the picture of love can change with every colour, painted by days gone by,
I know he's drawing us near, and all becomes clearer,
But the picture of love can change with every colour, painted by days gone by,
I know he's drawing us near, all is much clearer, seen through the master's eye.
