This was written during a pretty bleak time in my life when the Lord really drew me close to Him...
Watercolor Master
You paint color to my dreams,
with the same skilled hand
that brushes life into the midnight sky...
You breathe fire to my
mundane, ordinary, too-small faith
and raise me up
above the walls that bar my soul
to see Your plan unfolding just ahead...
Watercolor Master,
paint me beautiful in Your eyes...
How I long to fill Your heart with joy
as You have mine!
Oh, what may I do to light Your smile?
what gift of love would lift Your heart
so burdened with my inadequacies?
My King, my very life-breath
flows from Your love alone...
Oh, that I may spread Your glory!
Would that I could fill the winds
with the sweet essence of You,
that all would know Your sweetness...
My Lord, my All-in-All,
My own Prince Charming,
I need no other passion -
for You are Heaven to me.
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