Canvas

Prayer

like brush strokes on a canvas unseen,

each whisper dipped in faith,

each tear a drop of color

you never waste.

You take my trembling hands

and still you let me paint with you

layer by layer,

stroke by fragile stroke,

a story I don’t yet understand

but you already call complete.

Prayer

it’s where my silence speaks loudest,

where broken colors somehow blend

into something whole.

You are painting my testimony,

not in rushed lines

but in patient detail

every shadow given purpose,

every light placed with intention.

And I watch…

as petals begin to form.

Soft. Delicate. Certain.

Not one falls to the ground

labeled “He loves me not.”

No

each one is brushed with truth,

with a steady hand that does not waver..

He loves me.

He loves me.

He loves me.

Over and over,

until doubt runs out of petals

to pluck.

And I realize

this canvas was never mine to perfect,

only yours to reveal.

And oh…

how beautiful your artwork is.

How you hold me like a prized piece.

How your artwork tells a story to generations to come. 

Each prayer

drawing my roots deeper into You.

Each dream

an encounter

with Your presence.

And I wonder…

if somewhere beyond what I can see,

there is a hallway in heaven

long, endless, glowing with quiet light

where every life is not just lived,

but seen.

And there…

You are still painting.

Still choosing color where I saw none.

Still shaping beauty from what I called broken.

Still adding meaning to every trembling stroke I ever made in faith.

And when the final stroke is placed,

You do not set the brush down like one finished and forgotten…

No.

You sign it.

Not in ink.

Not in gold.

But in love that cannot be erased.

And I imagine You stepping back

not in distance, but in delight

as the canvas is lifted,

carefully, reverently,

and hung in that hallway of heaven.

Where every soul that passes by

does not see my struggle first…

but Your glory in it.

A testimony framed in eternity.

And You say… quietly, firmly, finally..

“It is finished… and it is beautiful.”