Willy J "The Prisoner of Hope"
The Artist (Spoken Word)
You know we've seen so many artists throughout our lifetime
That are still remembered to this day
Picasso, Rembrandt, Da Vinci
And their body of work is stuff of legends
Museums will pay top dollar to have their work
But what we don't know is that us, ourselves are works of art
This world, is a work of art
And the artist is still very much alive

The artist? the most articulate, detail orientated designer in all existence
From his agricultural skill to his design of the animal kingdom
From the beautiful and lush designs and taste of vegetation
To life source of water and all of it's inhabitation
The ever jaw dropping sky when he lowers the sun
Revealing a star jeweled night that some still wish upon
The creator of sound, music and melody
When baby cries out for mama to asking "will you marry me?"
He created the mountains and all earthly terrains
From the scorching desserts to the forest where it rains
He carefully crafted time with greater and lesser lights
He also created creativity my proof? A light bright
He created storm clouds that carry thunder and lightning
Which we harvested ourselves but still find it frightening
He crafted man in his image with immaculate hands he shaped
And breathed into him, his eyes opened he was awake
Adam was his name and he was laid back to sleep
And from his rib a woman was made and her name was Eve
Many say his art is corrupt full of hate and war
But we must remember that we live in a fallen world
But this does not make his craft any less awe inspiring
Our simple mind can't frame the masterpiece in it's entirety
Our lifetime has seen many great artists arrive
Picasso and Rembrandt still remembered beyond their lives
But Yahweh's art represents a living King
All designed to bring him worship, every little thing
Trees wave in praise when wind pushes and guides
The oceans wave praise whether low or high tide
The angels the elders who cast crowns at his feet
He also created the voices that sing "Holy, Holy, Holy"
He created his son Jesus the Messiah
Who would come down and save us from an eternal fire
The most gruesome execution brought the most beautiful salvation
But you must be truly humble for it to have your appreciation
Jesus was a carpenter who worked in sweat
He worked with wood only to later in life be nailed to it
That is a portrait of unconditional love
Don't you understand?
You are his most precious masterpiece created by his hands
Let his love stain your canvas and leave his mark in you
That you are a valued piece of art regardless of issue
Your skin color was selected by God's palate
Ebony, Ivory all in between was crafted immaculate
No tattoos or radical hair color or pierced skin
Will deter God's love, you are considered his kin
So embrace your imperfections that act can be the hardest
The next time you look in a mirror say you're a piece from an artist
Yes, the earth in all it's natural beauty is wonderous
But we are unique pieces of art and he wants to be one with us
And the bride is being crafted as she awaits, he's where her heart is
Longing to be with the lover of her soul, her artist