"Artist" lyrics

Have you ever wondered how this life goes by
Are we just here for the ride?
Do you ever think of how you got your start
And is this life some kind of weird art
And I'm just the paint in the hand of a God
Who looks down with great awe at his canvas of life
That I'm a part of a picture that's meant to be more
Than just an expensive display of an artist's love

What an artist
What a painter
What a fine composer of my life
What an author
True designer
I'm forever fixed on this God

Have you ever thought of just who might be the source
Of the colors on your course?
Did it ever occur to you
That your wheres and your whys could be planned ahead
By a God that knew you before you were born
To be a part of the kingdom that he designed in advance
For the ones who would look upon
His great art and define who the author was

What an artist
What a painter
What a fine composer of my life
What an author
True designer
I'm forever fixed on this God

What an artist
What a painter
What a fine composer of my life
What an author
True designer
I'm forever fixed on this God

What an artist
What a painter
What a fine composer of my life
What an author
True designer
I'm forever fixed on this God

Do you ever wonder
Do you ever question