Eden Hope

Poor-Traits

If I could plan a painting
pass the Purple, pass the Pink,
I would paint upon my future, brush the lines of what I think
to be the proper path of pacing
towards the ends of this or that.
If I do it all myself, I risk another Art Attack unless I

☼Brush up on obedience,
☼and Dye to sin each day,
☼Tone my tongue with tact and tenderness,
☼and Prime my heart to pray
☼Smudge the traits of self sufficiency
☼Erase my pompous past
☼Crop and cut away what’s left of me
 for God to work, at last
 He can Easel of my weariness
 Illuminate my Shade
 So, If I could paint my future

Well………..

On second thought I’ll wait,
for He who painted every Starry Night
and molded every man.
Who colored every raging sea
and blended with His hands.
I’m just a wretched jar of clay,
that few can understand.
but Jesus loved me anyway
despite my selfish plans.
I shall not paint my future nor 
begin to etch a line~
My life is in the hands of God,

the Artist……. 

……..my Divine.


Edward L Holmes II
4.5.2011