God the Artist
God created the world,
Chiseled away each crevice,
Sculpted out man and nature,
Molding us in his image,
the image of who he wants us to be.
Every last detail was formed, but
That isn’t enough.
He gives us the tools,
the brushes to color,
to paint our lives,
to paint our story.
He guides us as long as we
Let him.
It’s our choice to accept,
Our choice to repent,
Our choice to love.
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