| 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 |