Empty pages, I am only a pen
Waitin' for You to write a story
Empty stages, I am just the instrument
In Your hands, You're the One before me
So have Your way, put on a show
'Cause I'm worth nothing on my own
You turn a melody into a symphony
The painter and I will be Your canvas
You make a masterpiece out of the mess of me
You're the Creator and I will be Your canvas
(Your canvas)
Now a flower, I was only just a seed
You planted and watered in the garden
You give me life, You give me hope, You're all I need and nothing more
I'm just a vessel, You are the source
You turn a melody into a symphony
The painter and I will be Your canvas
You make a masterpiece out of the mess of me
You're the Creator and I will be Your canvas
(Your canvas, Your canvas, Your canvas)
Your canvas (Your canvas, Your canvas, Your canvas)
I'm the pen and You're the poet, the instrument that You're composing
I'm just a vessel, You're the source
I'm a seed that You have planted 'cause You're the vine and I'm the branches
I'm just a vessel, You're the source (You're the source)
(Your canvas, Your canvas)
(Your canvas, Your canvas)
You turn a melody into a symphony
You're the Creator and I will be—
