This is a story of a life --
a simple one at that,
and yet sometimes I complicate
by wearing lots of hats.
One hat for when I clean the house
another when I cook,
a hat to wear in outside fair,
and one for reading books,
A hat to wear when paying bills,
a hat to be a friend,
a hat when I was Sarah Mills
a hat for who I've been,
The hat as wife of big man Reese,
the hat of daughter, too,
the hat of nurture -- motherhood,
a hat for playing blues,
A hat for mind, a hat for soul,
a hat for healthy eats,
a hat to wear when digging holes
to plant a garden neat.
It's hard to keep on all these hats
for ev'ry little thing,
to write, to paint and live a life
in glory to the King.
Because I want to be my best
in everything I do,
but more than not my life's a mess...
I haven't got a clue.
So, here's the deal, I like to paint,
I'm thinking this is good,
if I could wear an artist's hat
forever, then I would.
But that's not all that life's about...
we all wear many hats,
but just today I want to paint
God, grant me time for that.