Here I stand, a blank canvas before God.
What was one a tattered mess,
He has sewn together.
I stand here a new canvas waiting to be painted on.
Slowly He takes up the brush.
Then a wonder unfolds.
Stroke after stroke He paints.
What was once in chaos comes alive with color.
What was once pain bursts forth with beauty.
Here I stand a painting not yet finished,
But under the care of the master Painter.
By Rose H.