What can I say to capture the way
The light and the color collide?
What can I sketch to capture the quest
Of Creation’s breathtaking tide?
How can I be like the God I observe?
How can I live so that I might deserve
The glory and power to come?
What can I paint to echo the faint,
White curve of a cloud in the sun?
What can I write to recall the light
When all of my vision has gone?
How shall I merit the prize of this life
Work with a passion for everything right
And learning his language, become?
What can I shape, or what can I make
Out of the soft clay that I am?
But if I should yield to His hand’s will
Then could I become such a man?
Created creative! So let me be
Made in his image, as gloriously—
The Artist and Art become one.