The Reason

I'm the music and you're the song You're every breath I take You're my dream when I'm asleep And my comfort when I wake I'm the canvas and you're the brush So paint me as you will I'm the words the poet writes And you, the poet's quill You're the potter and I'm the clay To shape with your Mighty Hands Without form I surrender all Mold me to fit your plans I'm the question and you're the answer To everything that's known I'm the prayer you hear each day That reaches your Heavenly Throne I'm the child and you're the Father Who teaches me each day I'm the reason and you're the price The One who had to pay