From the recording PAINT THE SKY
Ever try to take a photo or paint a picture of a sunset and it never turns out as good as the real thing?
The heavens proclaim the glory of God, The skies display his craftsmanship Psalms 19 v1
Lyrics
I went to the desert to capture a feeling
Hoodoos stood silent while the dust devils danced
A muted inferno yellows and oranges
And streaks of Reds faded to black
Sun silently slipping below the horizon
Smoke from the camp fire mingles with sage
Hot sand and pinon recently cooled
In late afternoon by a summer monsoon
To think that i could capture the sky
I might as well try to fly
Run flap my arms then and hope to ascend
Feelings no longer my own
Who am I to question the reason for a thing
Slave to the master, pauper to the King
Just a sweep of his hand across the expanse
Someday we will all bow down low
Off in the distance the mountain lay sleeping
She don't give a damn for the folly of those
That test her in the season when the wind cuts so cold
Settles down deep in your bones
Winter sky over her adds cooler hues
Dark greens and purples, witch bosom blues
Night with her shadows as deep as a storm
You need to know cold to appreciate warm
To think that i could capture the sky
I might as well try to fly
Run flap my arms then and hope to ascend
Feelings no longer my own
Who am I to question the reason for a thing
Slave to the master, pauper to the King
Just a sweep of his hand across the expanse
Someday we will all bow down low
First light of the morning brings depth to the pallet
Ethereal angels illuminate the canvas
Dust motes drift wings and halos aglow
Clarity thats lost in the day
To think that i could capture the sky
I might as well try to fly
Run flap my arms then and hope to ascend
Feelings no longer my own
Who am I to question the reason for a thing
Slave to the master, pauper to the King
Just a sweep of his hand across the expanse
Someday we will all bow down low