Painting with the brush of life;
The palette is my world.
There I mix my colors,
My imagination unsoiled.
For in each one that walks this earth,
I see a little of me.
For Christ imbued each soul on earth,
With a love we all can see.
Upon His cross on Golgotha,
He hung and died for you and me.
He only asks that you believe,
And see in each other, a part of He.
Lady Vivian
Always,
Deborah
Love ya!
Jane
Best wishes, neerja