We arise each day,
There before us is the canvas,
The blank canvas of the new day.
It sits there waiting,
Waiting for the colours,
The colours of our spirit
To sit before it and paint,
Paint the new day,
The new day in our life.
Life is an artwork
And each day we paint,
Paint a new canvas of the day.
When we go to sleep
That new canvas is completed,
Completed for that day in our life.
As we sleep through each night
A new canvas will be there,
There for us in the morning
And another new artwork,
Another new artwork will be waiting,
Waiting for another days art.