Empty Canvas

We don't have to be swept away with the circumstances of our lives. When we were born God gave us the gift of choice and free will. How will you choose to paint the picture of your day? Who will hold the paintbrush?


Empty Canvas

Pink streaked through the sky,
Sun is on the rise,
Another day is dawning right before your eyes.

Like an empty canvas, waiting to be painted;
Clean and white and new
Starting fresh, untainted.

Where will you begin, what colors will you choose?
To make the masterpiece
That's waiting for you?

The tools we've been given, are set forth in God's word.
A pallet full of promises
Of things we've read and heard.

Take hold of the paintbrush, don't hesitate to start.
Ask God for direction
Give Him reign over your heart.

The strokes upon the canvas surely will reflect,
His light that is within you,
Helping the brush connect.

Letting God work through you from beginning to days end.
The Masterpiece created
Will be just what God intends.

The canvas is all full now, step back and take a look.
All day you were God's paintbrush
Just see the care He took.

Unique in every aspect, painted with great care
His strokes of love surround you
Filling up that canvas,bare.

Breathtaking is the only way that it can be described
The picture that's before you
And all it holds inside.