Maker of the heavens,
Painter of the sky,
Your greatest work
Reserved for such as I;
The angels long to see,
about the gift
You gave to me,
The love of God
so unrestrained and free.
You, O Lord,
Are the fragrance of my praise,
The finest words
could never bare my heart.
You, O Lord,
Are the essence of my praise,
I treasure You for who You are.
Maker of the heavens,
Painter of the sky,
The day will come
when I will see Your face;
I've loved You since I've
known You,
And I have grown
to love You more,
Each day my heart
sails further from the shore.