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Stained Hands
Spent the day painting
Spent the day clean
Spent the day expressing my soul
Spent the day in creativity, God given
Looked and my hands as I washed them
Stained with dried pigment
A touch of peace washed over me
Hands stained in living
So different and welcomed
Hands stained in the past
Washing off the suet of glass pipe
Hands busy cooling it down to save precious dope
Finger tips, skin toughened and blistered for the heat of a lighter
Thanking God right now for this life
Acknowledging the past but not dwelling in it
Letting go of the helplessness over my addiction
Embracing the whole of Gods hand in my creation
As I embrace the canvas of my own creation
Knowing mine belongs to the God that saved me
Saved me from suet stained hands and gave me these hands stained of paint
Spent the day clean
Spent the day expressing my soul
Spent the day in creativity, God given
Looked and my hands as I washed them
Stained with dried pigment
A touch of peace washed over me
Hands stained in living
So different and welcomed
Hands stained in the past
Washing off the suet of glass pipe
Hands busy cooling it down to save precious dope
Finger tips, skin toughened and blistered for the heat of a lighter
Thanking God right now for this life
Acknowledging the past but not dwelling in it
Letting go of the helplessness over my addiction
Embracing the whole of Gods hand in my creation
As I embrace the canvas of my own creation
Knowing mine belongs to the God that saved me
Saved me from suet stained hands and gave me these hands stained of paint
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