These are lyrics, the rhyme is a bit forced, but I am relying on the music to carry its part.
There is a story, written of old
The greatest story that’s ever been told
And it goes like this
And God said . . .
I made the trees to point to me
Every forest, every field
I made the trees to lift me high
They shout my name, I hear their cry
They spread their arms and clap their hands
Looking up to the promised land
I made the stars to sing may praise
And they all do in glorious ways
I made the stars to give their light
Push back the dark, push back the night
The sing my praise all through the day
And in the night, they point the Way
But your heart is My work of art.
And I will too!
Yeah, I will too!
I’ll shine the light and point the way
Push back the dark and sing your praise
I’ll clap my hands and raise them high
And say I live because you died.
Because my heart is your work of art.
Here is the initial work.