Greatest Artist of All Time (feat. Jenny Snipstead)

A guy came up to me the other night right
 And he was like, "Who's your favorite artist?"
 And like most people do when they ask a question
 He didn't really care about my answer
 And proceeded to tell me what he thought the true answer was
 And he continued about his struggle to recognize
 who he said was the greatest of all time
 He said "I mean is it Shakespear, is it Frost,
 Picasso, MIchaelangelo, Is it the Beatles, Rembrant, Michael Jackason, Beethoven?"
 And he went on and on and on about who he thougth was the greatest.
 Not recognizing that even his infrastructure to answer that question was mislead
 and out-dated
 And so finally I kindly smile and said
 Ok, sir, you asled me who is the greatest of all time
 Now you tried to share yours, so let me share mine because there's no debate about
 who is the greatest 'cause all those other artists you mentioned, yeah,
 the greatest made 'em
 And see this artist he's a beast, a lion, the name above names.
 You don't even realize it but you encounter his art every day
 And he deserves all of the aclaim. He deserves all of the fame.
 'Cause all other artists pass away but He remains
 Oh, by the way, his name is God
 Yahweh, Creator, Your Maker
 He's infinately creative, sir there is no one greater
 And i can tell it looks like you're starting to get mad at me
 but don't be jealous just 'cause your favorite artist might bend words.
 My favorite artist bends galaxies
 see in the palm of his hand he holds all the sand
 The author of life when he whispered, "Let us make man."
 See what if I told you that you are God's poetry
 You were created because someone else was creative
 See long ago he picked up his eternal paint brush dipped it in his glory
 placed us in his story and said, "They will live for me."
 And I know it sounds outland-ish but we're not the product of random chances
 And, infact, we're not even the vine. We're actually the branches.
 In the same way we're not the artists. We're actually the canvas.
 Because in an instant God started to make art.
 Shaped you uniquely and beautiful. Individual from the start.
 And he touched the canvas of flesh and said,
 "This one is better than the rest. I'll give him so much of my image
 so even when they're hot off the press, you can still see the steam of my breath."
 And so he crafted and he made every arm and leg.
 Ligiments, tendons, muscles, blood vessels, veins, arteries.
 He said, " They're gonna have a part of me"
 And about that time the guy butted back in and said,
 "That sounds good n' all, but i'm wretched and filthy. God won't use me, will he?"
 And i said, Ah see that's what's awesome about God.
 No matter what we've done, he can still use us.
 Even though other artists, once they have broken equipment,
 they start to make excuses.
 God instead doesn't refuse us and neither does he accuse us.
 He redeems us in Jesus.
 Promises never to lose us.
 So stop sayin' that your dirt. Stop sayin' your scum of the Earth.
 You oughta be careful about how you talk about about someone elses work.
 Because if we've trusted in Jesus, we can stop sayin' we're filthy.
 I mean all that is anyways is just pride clothed in false humility.
 I mean if we only believed that we're truthfully created in his likeness,
 then we'd stop sayin' we're wretched, filthy, shameful, guilty.
 But instead knowing if we've trusted Jesus, we're righteous.
 I mean don't you see we're drawn to repentance beause of his kindness.
 So how dare you call yourself worthless when he says your priceless.
 But see the best part is since God is ultimately for God, he'll get glory out of you
 whether you like it or not,
 Because even temple ruins point to an architect.
 Even if the temple is shot.
 And all i'm saying is that he's behind it all.
 So why do we insist on giving him no credit at all
 I mean he's the one that gave Van Gough the imagination that changed the face of painting.
 Tell me who else is responsible for Mozart beaing able to compose at age 5 without
 form of training.
 See he made the fingers that Beethoven used to make art on the keys.
 For pete's sake he made Stevey Wonder,
 one of the best musicians of our time, and he couldn't even see.
 And that's why in the same way that our lives our borrowed time, this poem is borrowed lines.
 'Cause the most rediculous statement we could ever say is that this poem is mine.
 Because we're not self-sustaining, no, we're not self-creating.
 Technically nothing we do is original.
 We're just imitating and that's not a dis'.
 All i'm trying to say is this.
 Even our own creativity is nothing more than an out-flow of his.
 And so, i'll end with this.
 You know that quote about giving credit where credit is due?
 Well if that's true, it's about time we give God his rightful credit too.
 'Cause he's a god in the business of making all things new and here's the truth,
 He's not through with making a masterpiece of you.
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