My life is like 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 No more now I'm laying my colors down Til my picture fades away
Chorus I am coming clean I am offering Every space in me for you to fill And I am coming clean I am promising If you'll write on me your perfect will Then I'll be a 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 No more now I'm laying my best plans down My story fades away
Make your masterpiece Out of each day in me I beg you, beg you Where my plans have laid Come write your better ways I beg you, beg you Lord I need you
Story Behind The Song: I almost quit this business recently. I love my job and the people I work for and with, but I reached a point at which I couldn't balance my friendships, family and work - and all my plans to do so were falling apart and leaving me more tired and torn every day. I finally told a friend of mine that I wanted to go back to being a guy without a record deal, with just a guitar sitting on the floor writing songs that nobody would hear. I wanted to be a blank page - no dreams or plans of my own. So I prayed this song.