A brush of a cheek, silence and sheer emotion; I feel you near to me, God. Crouched in a corner of dust with frayed dress sweeping up the speckles of soil and sustenance that coats the wooden floorboard, I gaze into your eyes that lock with mine.
The pools of color entrance me. They are like vortexes of pastels and hues of flashing lights. I cower in the beauty of your complexion. You are an exquisite painting. My grubby hands are longing to touch the texture of you, sweet Savior and learn the technique of your grace.
You are the master painter, and I – the muse. Teach me Lord – the wonder and elegance of your art. I am a novice desiring to stand in the shadow on your cloak of swirled colors. Touch me with your brush strokes of genius that I might learn the mercy and splendor of surrender and self-sacrifice.
The waters saw You, O God; The waters saw You, they were in anguish; The deeps also trembled. The clouds poured out water; The skies gave forth a sound; Your arrows flashed here and there. The sound of Your thunder was in the whirlwind; The lightnings lit up the world; The earth trembled and shook. – Psalm 77: 16-18
Comb my hair with the gloss of your glory. May I look to you and be able to fix my eyes on your absolute grandeur and grace. For I desire to paint with your vision of the horizon.
Oranges, pinks and purples – may I outline my future in only the holiness of your glow. Savior, cover me in the sunrise of your blessing and the sunset of your righteousness. Flinching my eyes, I feel the warmth of that love.
I’m bathed in the sunshine of your loving-kindness. To be a cloud in the great canvas of your masterpiece, I call out to the Maker of All.
Mold me, use me – I want to be a star flickering and fuming your radiant light.