A painting of myself I see
Inside my mind, and framed
Each stroke of color brilliantly
Describes my pride as tamed
The work, within my humble view
It is no less or more
A canvas full of modest hue
A mild lion’s roar
So why then do you paint your own
Portrait of my life
With darkly dimly color sewn
Inside your brush of strife
Vile words you spoke and splattered
Are not my colors hue
My canvas is but torn and tattered
By… the things…I say...and do…
...A painting of myself I see
Upon the wall of being
The critics at the gallery
Describe what they are seeing
Obtuse, obscure, obviously
This art lacks Je ne sais quoi
The strokes seem laid, to a degree
By a drunken lions paw
The artists shades of posture
Self deceiving disarray
The attitude they foster
The truth they will convey
What we’ve described, is what you’ve done
With deeds you cannot hush
Of artists tools, we have none
It’s you who holds the brush
The Quote: “A picture is worth a thousand words.”
But are Your thousand words painting a different picture than the one you think you’ve been posing for?!
If your frame (Christ?) never changes, how often are you changing the picture by the things you do?
You may say all the right words, happily portraying what and who you think you are. Still more than words that are heard, the picture is what others will be looking at.
And should the words “you’re painting an ugly picture of me” pass through Your lips…think about this: More often than not, we are the ones holding the brush, stroking the canvas with the paint of our doings and words…the others are probably just describing the view.
Written by Ray W. © 2012
Inside my mind, and framed
Each stroke of color brilliantly
Describes my pride as tamed
The work, within my humble view
It is no less or more
A canvas full of modest hue
A mild lion’s roar
So why then do you paint your own
Portrait of my life
With darkly dimly color sewn
Inside your brush of strife
Vile words you spoke and splattered
Are not my colors hue
My canvas is but torn and tattered
By… the things…I say...and do…
...A painting of myself I see
Upon the wall of being
The critics at the gallery
Describe what they are seeing
Obtuse, obscure, obviously
This art lacks Je ne sais quoi
The strokes seem laid, to a degree
By a drunken lions paw
The artists shades of posture
Self deceiving disarray
The attitude they foster
The truth they will convey
What we’ve described, is what you’ve done
With deeds you cannot hush
Of artists tools, we have none
It’s you who holds the brush
The Quote: “A picture is worth a thousand words.”
But are Your thousand words painting a different picture than the one you think you’ve been posing for?!
If your frame (Christ?) never changes, how often are you changing the picture by the things you do?
You may say all the right words, happily portraying what and who you think you are. Still more than words that are heard, the picture is what others will be looking at.
And should the words “you’re painting an ugly picture of me” pass through Your lips…think about this: More often than not, we are the ones holding the brush, stroking the canvas with the paint of our doings and words…the others are probably just describing the view.
Written by Ray W. © 2012
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