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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367699" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Master's Hand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The painter was a genius, <br>His pupil knew this well, <br>For in the times that they discuss<br>They bond as in a spell...<br>They think such thoughts that change their art, <br>Their purpose and their style, <br>Such that new wisdom can impart<br>Its reasons for a smile...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pupil spent a whole weekend<br>Within the studio, <br>Together with his brand new friend, <br>Who seemed all things to know...<br>The painting pupil's Easter scene<br>Was called The Cross of Christ.<br>Behold the Man... The Nazarene...<br>God's Lamb here sacrificed...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pupil thought his painting done<br>When Sunday night came round, <br>He smiled as if a war was won, <br>As if a treasure found...<br>The master painter let him leave<br>So he could travel home<br>And yet Christ's painting made him grieve<br>The cruelty of Rome...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in the night, he painted on, <br>Transforming here and there, <br>A stream of light to shine upon<br>The Saviour's bleeding hair...<br>With Pilate's words now coloured gold, <br>For all the world to see<br>The greatest story ever told...<br>Christ died for you and me...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When morning came, he painted still, <br>The gamblers at Christ's feet, <br>The thieves who died there on that hill, <br>The sort you'd hate to meet...<br>The scoffers in the crowd below<br>And Mary full of tears...<br>The crown of thorns, Christ's blood in flow, <br>While Satan stares and cheers...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then something new the painter felt<br>That he should add that day...<br>A weeping angel humbly knelt<br>At Christ's feet there to pray...<br>He was Death's angel sent ahead<br>To see Christ crucified<br>And then to wait till Christ was dead<br>Before His blood had dried...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then all was done... the painter wept...<br>The masterpiece complete...<br>He went to sleep and gently slept<br>And felt a peace so sweet...<br>That night, the pupil had returned, <br>He saw the work of art<br>And thus a new respect was earned<br>That stayed within his heart...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The exhibition hall was filled<br>The day it was on show<br>And everybody there was thrilled<br>With faces all aglow...<br>The Cross of Christ is famous now, <br>With posters sold worldwide, <br>For God was in that work somehow, <br>Just like when Jesus died...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We can hear the word of the Lord on <br>Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581 <br>as well as the WATCH NOW link on <br>the revelationtv-dot-com website...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q>
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His pupil knew this well, 
For in the times that they discuss
They bond as in a spell...
They think such thoughts that change their art, 
Their purpose and their style, 
Such that new wisdom can impart
Its reasons for a ..."></div>
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