by Pat » Fri Sep 07, 2007 9:42 pm
The Brush
Life started out like a canvas
And God started painting on me
but I took the paintbrush from Jesus
and painted what I wished to see
the colors I painted kept running
And the objects were all out of size
I had made a mess of my painting
My way now seemed so unwise
Ooo,Ooo,so Ibrought my painting
to Jesus. All the colors,all the pieces
so wrong. In the markets of earth
it was worthless.,but His blood
made my painting belong,He
worked with no condemnation,
never mentioned the mess I had
made,then he dipped His brush
in the rainbow,and He signed it,
"the price has been paid",when I
gave the brush back to Jesus,
when I gave the brush back to him,
He started all over life's canvas
to fill,when I gave to Jesus the
brush of my will.
The Brush
Life started out like a canvas
And God started painting on me
but I took the paintbrush from Jesus
and painted what I wished to see
the colors I painted kept running
And the objects were all out of size
I had made a mess of my painting
My way now seemed so unwise
Ooo,Ooo,so Ibrought my painting
to Jesus. All the colors,all the pieces
so wrong. In the markets of earth
it was worthless.,but His blood
made my painting belong,He
worked with no condemnation,
never mentioned the mess I had
made,then he dipped His brush
in the rainbow,and He signed it,
"the price has been paid",when I
gave the brush back to Jesus,
when I gave the brush back to him,
He started all over life's canvas
to fill,when I gave to Jesus the
brush of my will.