Is there no one to read
These words that I write
Though I wrench each from thought, and
Arrange with all my might?
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Is there no one to hear
This song that I sing
Though I tug at each note, and
Harmonize voice with string?
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Is there no one to see
This canvas I paint
Though I mix the colors, and
Compromise hue and taint?
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Is there no one to watch
This movie I make
Though I direct each scene, tell
The story take by take?
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Is there no one to tour
This building I raise
Though I construct each space, and
Blend height and light and praise?
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It is ours to create
From vapor to real
The art that's within us, is
Our gift from God revealed.
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Nobody works in vain
Who dares leave the horde
There's always One who sees it
When we work for the Lord.
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Copyright 2010 Chris Brady
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