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Take a left at the willow tree And picture an artist's brush Painting colors not known to man, Celestial images replacing the devil's handiwork. I am learning to dance again Even in this dreary downpour. Rain can't deter me from The sunshine of grace. I will become an artist And learn from the hand of God-- I will hold a paintbrush, My new colors I will paint.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Stele
Take a left at the willow tree And picture an artist's brush Painting colors not known to man, Celestial images replacing the devil's handiwork. I am learning to dance again Even in this dreary downpour. Rain can't deter me from The sunshine of grace. I will become an artist And learn from the hand of God-- I will hold a paintbrush, My new colors I will paint.
Stele: Carved or painted stone pillar or slab; central part of plant's stem.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
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