Stephen

Stephen was a man who painted business signs
He lived, brush in hand, tracing endless lines
And when he cried, his god did sleep
And when he died, his wife did weep

Easter was the time when he thought he'd rise
He put his brush down, then he closed his eyes
And then he cried, he was awake
And when he died for goodness sake
Stephen sold his brush, then he sold his eyes
But he kept his soul, and it grew by and by



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Writer(s): Michael Droske
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