| When God paints, birds sing
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| He colors every feather on a sparrows wings
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| When God paints, the wind blows
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| With a stroke of love, he dips his brush in the rainbow
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| Sometime’s I take for granted the simple things
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| I can be His biggest critic when it starts to rain
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| But there’s always a bigger picture I can’t explain
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| When God paints, the heart beats
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| Life begins, season ends and lovers meet
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| And I’ve learned that sometimes
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| It’s not always black and white but well defined
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| When God paints
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| Sometime’s I take for granted the simple things
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| I can be His biggest critic when it starts to rain
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| But there’s always a bigger picture I can’t explain
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| When God paints, we dance
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| And I reach across the canvas and I take your hand
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| And my world is so complete
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| When I look at you, a masterpiece is all I see
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| When God paints
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| Sometime’s I take for granted the simple things
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| I can be His biggest critic when it starts to rain
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| But there’s always a bigger picture I can’t explain
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| When God paints
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| I pray I always see the beauty inside the frame
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| When God paints |