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When God paints, birds sing |
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He colors every feather on a sparrows wings |
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When God paints, the wind blows |
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With a stroke of love, he dips his brush in the rainbow |
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Sometime's I take for granted the simple things |
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I can be as big as critic when it starts to rain |
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But there's always a bigger picture I can't explain |
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When God paints, the heart beats |
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Life begins, season ends and lovers meet |
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And I've learned that sometimes |
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It's not always black and white but well defined |
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When God paints |
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Sometime's I take for granted the simple things |
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I can be as big as critic when it starts to rain |
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But there's always a bigger picture I can't explain |
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When God paints, we dance |
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And I reach across the canvas and I take your hand |
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And my world is so complete |
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When I look at you, a masterpiece is all I see |
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When God paints |
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Sometime's I take for granted the simple things |
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I can be as big as critic when it starts to rain |
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But there's always a bigger picture I can't explain |
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When God paints |
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I pray I always see the beauty inside the frame |
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When God paints |
