In the colors of the sunset you weave your melody
Carving canyons with your finger to display your majesty
Oh my. Who Am I?
All the world's a stage, I merely play a part
He weaves my weakly woven words into a work of art
Pick up your pen and write a song
Lift up your voice and sing along
Raise your bow and play
An anthem to our King
Bring all your paintings and your poems
Cast them down before the throne
You are the Maker's handiwork
A living masterpiece
You wrap the earth each morning in a blanket made of gold
Hold the planets in their places, you tell the flowers to unfold
Oh my. Who am I?
Brush the dust from your eyes, it's time to greet the sun
As the earth shouts out the chorus, our anthem has begun
Pick up your pen and write a song
Lift up your voice and sing along
Raise your bow and play
An anthem to our King
Bring your paintings and your poems
Cast them down before the throne
You are the Maker's handiwork
A living masterpiece
Author, sculptor, writer, painter
All point back to our creator
Pick up your pen and write a song
Lift up your voice and sing along
Raise your bow and play
An anthem to our King
Bring your paintings and your poems
Cast them down before the throne
You are the Maker's handiwork
A living masterpiece

INVIA LE CORREZIONI