My life weaves in and out

Between my God and me

I choose not the color

Yet he works steadily.

Sometimes he paints sorrow

But in my foolish pride

Often I see the upper way

Yet look for 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 will be so perfect

Painted with a skillful hand

Strokes of gold and silver

It's the pattern of his plan.

Just look for a rainbow

Or hues of clouds passing by

God will paint his final masterpiece

Someday up in the sky.

Ginny Bryant©

Journey Of Love

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