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Picture a man with no reason for living |
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With no hope of smiling again |
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Imagine a world with no golden daybreak |
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Enclosed by the blackness of sin |
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And the sea is bathed in beauty and glory |
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Transformed by love's sweet embrace |
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The hands of the Savior, erased all my sorrow |
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And painted this picture of grace |
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How skillful the hands of the artist |
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Who painted this picture of me |
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He saw with the eyes of a master |
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How beautiful my life could be |
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Where once was a portrait of gloom and despair |
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This masterpiece hangs in it's place |
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It's signed with his blood and it's framed with his glory |
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This beautiful picture of grace |
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The ashes and ruin |
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That once filled the picture |
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Had vanished and faded from view |
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And beautiful touches of mercy adorned |
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This picture he painted anew |
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Such peace filled the eyes of the man he created |
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A smile gently rests on his face |
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Since Jesus erased all the guilt of my past |
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And painted this picture of grace |
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How skillful the hands of the artist |
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Who painted this picture of me |
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He saw with the eye's of a master |
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How beautiful my life could be |
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Where once was a portrait of gloom and despair |
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This masterpiece hangs in it's place |
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It's signed with his blood and it's framed with his glory |
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This beautiful picture of grace |
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Where once was a portrait of gloom and despair |
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This masterpiece hangs in it's place |
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It's signed with his blood and it's framed with his glory |
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This beautiful picture of grace |
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This beautiful picture of grace |
