Picture a man with no reason for living,
With no hope of smiling again.
Imagine a world with no golden daybreak,
Enclosed by the blackness of sin.
And the sea is bathed in beauty and glory, transformed by love's sweet embrace, The hands of the Savior, erased all my sorrow and painted this picture of Grace.
How skillful the hands of the artist, who painted this picture of me,
He saw with the eye's of a Master, how beautiful my life could be, where once was a portrait of gloom and despair, this masterpiece hangs in it's place, It's signed with His blood and it's framed with His glory, this beautiful picture of Grace, The ashes and ruin, that once filled the picture, had vanished and faded from view, and beautiful touches of mercy adourned, this picture he painted anew.
Such peace filled the eyes of the man He created, a smile gently rests on his face, Since Jesus erased all the guilt of my past and painted this picture of grace,
How skillful the hands of the artist, who painted this picture of me,
He saw with the eye's of a Master, how beautiful my life could be, where once was a portrait of gloom and despair, this masterpiece hangs in it's place, It's signed with His blood and it's framed with His glory, this beautiful picture of Grace. Where once was a portrait of gloom and despair, this masterpiece hangs in it's place, It's signed with His blood and it's framed in His glory, this beautiful picture of Grace.
This beautiful picture of Grace.
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