Pete Bensen

Paint The Sky

Paint The Sky

Oh dear Lord, I'm feeling blue, then I think of you
For all the little things you do
For me, I think of you
If I had another day
To think of what I want to say
You paint the sky and every day
Dear Lord I think of you

In my measly little way I know what to say
If words could do for me, for you
The way they do when I break on through
If I had a shining star
To make a wish on from afar
You paint the sky and every star
Dear Lord I think of you

Oh dear Lord, I'm feeling free, everything I see
And every little thing in view;
I know you feel it too
And every day I get on by
And eat my fill and see the sky
You paint it every day so high
Dear Lord I kiss the sky

What's the point of feeling sad, you know it's not so bad
For every day you've had enough
Another's got it much more tough
I count my blessings all the while
And even find the time to smile
I get enough to get me by
Dear Lord I kiss the sky

If anytime I send a card about that life's too hard
If thoughts ever go astray
Please remind me every day
Forget the ones that let me go
Remember what I need to know
Tag along the sky is blue
Dear Lord I think of you
Paint the sky do what you do
Dear Lord I think of you

© Peter Bensen