Art Song

I fit right in that mold But the clay didn't cure I stayed within every line But still the colors blurred Why draw me here, Just to change my direction Why clear the view, Just to cloud my perspective I can not grasp the Artist's intentions Until this work has reached completion Like an artist Stooping over His piece You pull me apart And You shape me again The change hurts But I never leave Your hand You've purposed to complete this work Of that I'm sure You're stretching me over the frame To display You more My view is bounded But You see beyond the frame When the glass that holds me cracks The picture remains unchanged What should I do, When I'm broken on display Can I find joy Amidst the shame Though the exposure Brings me pain Beauty gleams clearer through Broken panes Like an artist Stooping over His piece You pull me apart And You shape me again The change hurts But I never leave Your hand You've purposed to complete this work Of that I'm sure You're stretching me over the frame To display You more I will count it all joy When my faith is tested in the coals For You know the way I take And when You've tried me I'll come out as gold Like an artist Stooping over His piece You pull me apart And You shape me again The change hurts But I never leave Your hand You've purposed to complete this work Of that I'm sure You're stretching me over the frame To display You more You're stretching me over the frame To display You more You're stretching me over the frame To display You more