Poezie Finally

Finally, that vicious day was over

At last, my labor was through.

Before I could rest my troubled head

Slowly I knelt calling to you.



Lord Jesus, I am...



"Frustrated by my frailty

Discouraged by my pride,

Aware of my constant failure

Desperate to you I cry."



"Everything seems so fruitless

No matter what I do,

I cannot seem to overcome

In my attempt to live for you."



Alone in the quiet darkness

As I began to rise,

Your words broke through to my broken heart,

I lifted my tear stained eyes.



"My child I see your struggle

And I know your deepest pain.

Take a lesson from the artist

And see my love blossom again."



No longer was I in darkness

And loneliness had fled,

I now stood in your brilliance

Transformed by what you said.



Opening like a curtain

These rays gave way to a stage,

On which, bearing easel, brush and canvas

Stood an artist without age.



I watched as His bare canvas

Took color with each stroke of His hand,

Noticing the gloomy shades applied

Not following any sure plan.



This art revealed my state of mind

All scattered, dark and dreary,

No shape or form could I find

Only voids of uncertainty.



The look upon this craftsman’s face

The confidence He bore,

Soothed my rather restless state

And bid me look once more.



From His eyes back to that canvas

My sight was then renewed,

For what was once a meaningless mess

Became my life reviewed.



Brilliance and splendor sprang forth

Radiance and majesty cried,

As if I had just been born

I viewed now through Artists eyes.



Oh the value of that work

Increased with each slight stroke,

Shadows did sunshine birth

And gloom, joy now awoke.



Purpose and hope brushed over me

Questions and fear sped away,

Realizing what my artist did see

Refreshed this matting that day.



Oh, I still have questions

And life can wear me down,

But my life is becoming a masterpiece

Stroked by The Artist with The Crown.