Canvas on the go

I am not an artist but a canvas of the master’s word

Constantly on open display

My body the frame; my spirit His breath

My person the paint, my deeds the strokes

An incomplete masterpiece i am

To please or displease the eye that beholds

To encourage the heart that considers

What you perceive of me today, might as well not be tomorrow

What you love or hate about me today, might be no more later in the day

Behold the one holding the brush and not the canvas; you will be amazed

 

I do not want to be great i want to be seen

I do not have to be loved i want to be thought about

I do not want to be desired i want to be studied and hopefully learnt from

To give a sense of belonging

And not withholding the masters glory the one true greatness

I do not want to be your expectations when i can be part of my masters perfection

 

God is the creator, He has the rights to the being i am

Who is holds the brush that touches you

MBA