On the day I met the artist Like medium that speaks to man I said please reveal your glory And as the paint drips from your hand Use the brightest of the pigments The most beautiful of hues But the first stroke a dark shade of blue ♪ So I begged and then I pleaded I do not understand the means Why would you put the hope inside me If you would not paint the dream He said don't let glory's reflection Distract you from glory Remember that all good things come from me With each stroke his hand was steady And I found myself in awe As I stood back from the painting It was not of me at all In the darker shades he painted The ones that I had asked for not Had me put in the shadow of a cross