God, The Artist.
The Creator of this entire world,
He is the One who painted me.
He uniquely crafts his sons and daughters,
With colors beyond what we see.
Perfect Father, He is.
He revealed my heart’s cover,
Using strokes I didn’t understand,
Perfect Artist. Perfect Lover.
Art is a collaboration.
Between God and the artist.
The less the artist does, the better,
Yet I still try my hardest.
Dear Lord, please be glorified,
In my attempts to honor you.
My paintings will never amount,
To those I’ve seen you do.
This is my response to your love.
One of many, I suppose.
"Will these ever amount to anything?"
Is a question I always pose.
But knowing you and your perfect love,
Helps me along this road.
I will always try to worship you,
With these measly paintbrushes I hold.
My forever desperate cry,
Is that you will remain close to me.
Thank you for giving me this unique way,
To feel near to you and your beauty.