| The artist draws a portrait
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| With a likeness strong & true
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| The potter spins his wheel
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| With a talent held by few
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| And you are also blessed
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| With a gift God gave to you
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| You took a weathered heart of stone
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| And did what no one else could do
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| You found love in the water of a spring long dry
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| You broke through the hard shell of a man
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| You breathed life into his soul that was cold as if he’d died
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| I’ve been touched by a gifted hand
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| I’ve found love in your gifted hand
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| Words live on the pages
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| When written down with tears
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| A castle built of stone can last a thousand years
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| And you have forged a chain of silver pure & strong
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| That will bind our hearts together until this world is gone
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| You found love in the water of a spring long dry
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| You broke through the hard shell of a man
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| You breathed life into his soul that was cold as if he’d died
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| I’ve been touched by a gifted hand
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| I’ve found love in your gifted hand |