When I was born, I started life
With a canvas clean and white.
It was mine to fill, to paint my life.

What joy! What delight!
I began to splash some colors on
My canvas with great glee.

I knew it would become
A portraiture of me.
CHORUS:

It was my masterpiece, my masterpiece,
And it was all my own.
My masterpiece, my masterpiece!

I viewed it from my throne.

VERSE:

I started blurring colors
And began to add some grey.
I smeared in some brown and smudged some black,

Then saw to my dismay
My picture looked much better in
The dark than in the light.

Ashamed, I only glimpsed
My portraiture at night.
CHORUS:

It was my masterpiece, my masterpiece,
And it was all my own.
My masterpiece! Where was my peace?

I felt so all alone.

VERSE:

My picture grew more colorless,
I tried my best to hide
The mistakes I'd made. My canvas ruined,

I hurt so deep inside.
I cried out, "God, I need your help,
This picture I abhor!"

The Master made one touch,
And all was clean once more.


CHORUS:
It is my Master's peace, my Master's peace,
For I am now God's own.

My Master's peace, God gave me peace.
His love for me He's shown.


BRIDGE:
Then, God took His brush and painted His design He planned for me.
How perfect is His picture. I like now what I see!


CHORUS:
I am a masterpiece, God's masterpiece,

For I am now His own.
My Master's peace! What wondrous peace.
Praise God! You're on your throne.