Jan Wickline

Lyrics to Artist

Artist, finding your brush then you paint my days

Holding my thoughts as they fade away

Knowing inside we are one, one

Poet, jotting the words that will light my ways

Slicing the bread that will be my pay

Knowing inside we are free, free

And all the endless pasts wouldn't spill the time

Our friendship lasts

Wouldn't you be mine

We'll make it through our ways

Believer, holding my hand as I walk alone

Believing where I stand and then I'm shown

Deep down inside we are one,

As we love our home

Keeper, knowing the words to the songs I sing

Smiling at me and my foolish things

Knowing inside we are one, one

Artist, finding your brush then you paint my ways

Holding my thoughts as they fade away

Knowing inside we are one, one

Lover, sharing the fruits from the tree of life

Knowing you'll care for me all my life

Knowing inside we are one, one

And all the endless pasts wouldn't spill the time

Our friendship lasts

Wouldn't you be mine

We'll make it through our ways.