I
YOU’VE TOUCHED MY HEART
ONCE MY EMPTY SOUL YOU’VE PLOWED
TO LET ME WALK THROUGH THE HIGHWAY
TO A MOUNTAIN HIGH
WHERE YOU’RE WAITING
WITH OPEN ARMS

II
HANDPICKED WAS I
SO PRECIOUS TO YOUR SIGHT
YOU LET ME BRAVE
THE WAVES AND THE STORMS
CROSS THE VALLEY
AS THE THUNDER ROLLED
SO I COULD RAISE
MY HAND IN VICTORY

CHORUS
LIKE A SONG I WAS A PIECE
CAREFULLY WRITTEN
LIKE CLAY I WAS A VESSEL
DELICATELY SHAPED
LIKE A PORTRAIT ON A CANVASS
CAUTIOUSLY PAINTED
I AM A WORK OF ART

LIKE GOLD THOUGH THERES PAIN
WILL ALWAYS SHINE
AND LIKE A SHIP WILL SAIL
DESPITE THE TEST OF TIME
I AM A WORK OF ART
CARVED IN THE SON’S LOVE