Well, my life is just a canvas
And on most days I do my best
To fill it in with my mess
'Til Your image can't be seen
How I love self-centered sketches
Painting my ways to the edges
But I think what I like best is
How it looks so much like me
I'm laying my colors down
Every space in me for You to fill
If You'll write on me Your perfect will
Then I'll be Your blank page, page, blank page
Maybe my life's like a story
That was written for Your glory
But I guess I found that boring
So I took Your pen in hand
And I scribbled You a bit part
And I made myself the big star
But replacing You proves too hard
Guess I don't know how it ends
I'm laying my best plans down
Every space in me for You to fill
If You'll write on me Your perfect will
Then I'll be Your blank page, page, blank page
Come write Your better ways
Every space in me for You to fill
If You'll write on me Your perfect will
Then I'll be Your blank page, page, blank page
I'll be Your page, blank page, blank page