Louise Nelson Poet Ballad

UNFINISHED PORTRAITS

the church is a hospital for sinners
not a hospice for saints 
as we're all unfinished portraits 
that God must continuously paint 

unfinished portraits 
perched on the easels of life 
waiting to be stained 
with the sacred blood of Christ 

none of us are perfect 
we're all works in progress 
Trying and striving 
to do our very best 

unfinished portraits 
perched on the easels of life 
waiting to be stain 
with the sacred blood of Christ 

let our hearts, minds and spirits 
be lifted up by His mighty hands 
let our canvases be anchored 
on godly anointed stands 
lengthen us oh Lord 
color in our blank space
strengthen us oh Lord
as we relish in Your grace 

unfinished portraits 
perched on the easels of life 
waiting to be stained 
with the sacred blood of Christ 

we now stand in awe of He
the one who dwells above 
just let us never forget His infinite mercy 
and unwavering love 

unfinished portraits 
perched on the easel of life 
waiting to be stained 
with the sacred blood 
of our Lord Christ

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