O Lord,
I have failed to cherish the art You have made-
That sets the sun in my everyday
Yet through him, I found You
And I stand still, waiting; abiding by Your rules

The work of man—misunderstood
Yet within that room, I saw  light
In a box of blocks, between the lines
I've found and I've known
A sketch of future, present and past

Oh, how wondrous is your touch
Only I can dream what it feels like
Etched in all that man creates
How I admire the man you create.