On the canvas of my soul he painted love for me,
Each stroke of his hand showing what would be.
Colors of beauty his touch my truth and heart,
within my soul a very precious start.
Days, hours and years his tender hand in me,
Our love the painting I was born to see.
Then he stilled his hand and I looked with care,
And saw within my soul the truth he painted there.
The vision before me wasn't mine alone,
I saw inside my canvas the truth of home.
Millions of stars, the colors given for all,
I beheld my soul with awe and heard the Masters call.
More than one my daughter, this work
I suffered in the garden that every soul would shine.
The colors of beauty the strokes of purest love,
This my dearest daughter is your Father above.
I closed my eyes with reverence and looking once more,
in the beauty of that far distant shore.
Painted with love, I see the Masters hand in me,
I cherish every stroke and the truth of what will be.
Zion is within me, her colors my home and place,
The beauty of my canvas is the sacred
gift of grace.
Written by Michelene