My life weaves in and out

Between my God and me

I choose not the path I take

He paints my destiny.

Sometimes He tries to make me aware

But in my foolish pride

Often I look the upper way

Never see the underside.

Not until the world is silent

And the sound ceases to fly

Will He paint His final picture

Show us the reason why.

The strokes are always perfect

Painted with a skillful hand

Hues of rainbow colors

It's the pattern of His plan.

God paints A lovely masterpiece

His talent on display

In the museum of Heaven and Earth

Free of charge every day.

Ginny Bryant©

Journey Of Love

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