I heard this song on the radio this afternoon. It had such a message to it that I thought I’d share it. When we try to do things our own way, we can really mess things up. But, when we hand Him the brush of our will…He makes a beautiful masterpiece.
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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
So I brought my painting to Jesus
All the colors, 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
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.
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