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All around life tumbles on
As silently I stand
In the midst of blues and grays
With paintbrush in my hand
It speaks not though I find my voice
No strokes fall from its strands
It simply hangs, does not extend
Enveloped by my hand
Oh, I’ve songs to paint within
Words of love so grand
Yet paralyzed my paintbrush lay
Unmoving in my hand
What majesty my heart contains
What mysteries unplanned
Oh, Lord, please free this telling tool
Gripped tightly in my hand
Words to my Father’s Heart released
The fire has now been fanned
A gentle stirring starts to build
His Heart touches my hand
What joy I feel as beauty falls
My heart sings on command
The canvas fills with strokes released
As love flows through my hand
Slowly, gently, strokes unfurl
And loose my soul’s demands
As God releases strength within
And frees my bitter hands
Once I stood in bitter ire
“Justice!” my demand
Now I paint with pardon’s pen
Released by Father’s Hand.
This painted song’s impossible
Without His strength so grand
He’s given me the words to paint
Forgiveness from my hand.
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