THE ARTIST
THE ARTIST TOOK HIS PAINT BRUSH AND PAINTED MY HEART SNOW WHITE AND THEN SPRINKLED IT CRIMSON RED WITH HIS PRECIOUS BLOOD.
HE THEN TOOK HIS PAINTBRUSH DIPPED IN IN HIS LOVE.
GAVE ME SOME GRACE AND MERCY THAT I MAY LIVE ABOVE.
THE ARTIST TOOK THE CANVAS OF ALL MY RUINED LIFE,
PUTS BITS AND PIECES OF RAINBOW AND COVERS ALL THE STRIFE.
HE THEN TOUCHES THE EDGES WITH OH SUCH TENDER CARE
HE KISSES THE COLORS SO NO SORROW CAN APPEAR.
HE STANDS AND ADMIRES ALL OF IS CREATION
HE'S MADE A MASTERPIECE OF EVERY SITUATION.

by SHEILA DORCASKoala
© AUG 13/97