Painter, take your picture off the wall,
It doesn't portray the truth of it at all.
The agony, the pain, the sacrifice,
You missed the sorrow, the ultimate price.

Add hues of blue, make the sky turn grey,
Show the anguish of that somber day.
Painter, take your picture off the wall,
Let the world see Yeshua’s call.

You painted joy, a scene so bright,
But that dark day had no light.
Yeshua suffered, beaten and bruised,
His body broken, His spirit used.

Add hues of blue, make the sky turn grey,
Show the anguish of that somber day.
Painter, take your picture off the wall,
Let the world see Yeshua’s call.

The crown of thorns, the nails that bind,
The pain He bore for all mankind.
Your canvas needs the darker hues,
To tell the story of those truths.

Erase the smiles, the happy cheer,
Replace with sorrow, pain so clear.
Yeshua’s cry, “It is done,”
Portray the victory hard-won.

Add hues of blue, make the sky turn grey,
Show the anguish of that somber day.
Painter, take your picture off the wall,
Let the world see Yeshua’s call.

Painter, take your picture off the wall,
Reveal the truth, let the world see all.
In every stroke, let sorrow fall,
Yeshua’s love, He gave for all.

Painter, take your picture off the wall,
Reveal the truth, let the world see all.
In every stroke, let sorrow fall,
Yeshua’s love, He gave for all.

Painter, take your picture off the wall,
It doesn't portray the truth of it at all.
The agony, the pain, the sacrifice,
You missed the sorrow, the ultimate price.

Add hues of blue, make the sky turn grey,
Show the anguish of that somber day.
Painter, take your picture off the wall,
Let the world see Yeshua’s call.

Erase the smiles, the happy cheer,
Replace with sorrow, pain so clear.
Yeshua’s cry, “It is done”