Life started out like a canvas
And God started painting on me.
But I took the paint brush from Jesus
And painted what I wish to see.

The colors I painted kept running
And the objects were all out of size
I'd made a mess of my painting
My way now seemed so unwise.

So I took my painting to Jesus
All the colors and all the pieces so wrong
In the markets of earth it was worthless
But his love made my painting belong.

He worked with no condemnation
And he 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 lifes canvas to fill
When I gave to Jesus the brush of my will.

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