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The Grand Design Today I turned a corner, there’re promises to keep. I’ll put my pen to paper and draw before I sleep. Today I learned a lesson, He's helped me paint a page. I’m filled with resolution, I’ve grown into my age. I think He’s sketched a purpose for all my living time, there really is a blueprint, a reason and a rhyme. I know life on this planet is more than circumstance. His sculpture is a process, it’s not just happenstance. There lives with us an artist and in his expert hand, He’s given me a paintbrush for artwork he has planned. I’ll watch him mix tempera and He’ll create the theme. I’ll work right off his palette, I’ll use His color scheme. Then when I put the paintbrush into the sink to clean, I’ll step up to the canvas and touch the velveteen. I’ll feel the black’s importance, in His artwork divine, as all the gold and silver that’s in His grand design. Laurie Dee 05/31/00 |
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Idea for this taken from "The Weaver" anonymous author
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