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The Canvas
Commanding the commencement of collection, a painter gathered his colorful selections in the direction of his new found affection, a window with a white complexion. A canvas, although an absent section, won the election of his perfection. It stood, submissively waiting for the connection of a caretaker to convey the painter’s reflection. Contemplating carefully his craft, the painter confidently coerced a draft, “A caretaker indeed!” he laughed for his creation would now be staffed. A brush, although brown and bristling, was drowned, glistening with a hue of red. Listening closely to what the painter said, it realized that it had been chosen above its brethren’s heads. It thought “what an honor to be the one to tread. So on it fled to the canvas’ stead, commissioned to be the caretaker, the painter’s sled on this snow white bed. With one masterful stroke of the brush the painter provoked the canvas to blush with a lush crimson stream into its once white theme. Both the brush and canvas beamed as they gleamed with the painter’s dream which had now been made to be seen.
When the brush and canvas first met they knew it was a moment they would never forget. As the color set, they decided to let the moment linger, the moment when they were brought together by the painter’s fingers. Like a ringer the canvas and brush called again for the painter to be the bringer together of the two singers. Harmonizing they sang in the melody of red and white until the painter changed the sight. Brown took flight and then golden light. Blue soon showed its might along with a purple bite. Like a symphony conductor with his wand the painter went on and on, depicting an image that surpassed words and beyond. The frog had found its pond just as the brush had found its bond with the canvas, a relationship the two had grown quite fond of. With a final colorful shove “That’s it!” the painter exclaimed. “I’ll call it love” for in the painters hands the brush and canvas fit like a glove.
Although this seems to be a tale of art, it’s actually the story of marriage in three parts. From start to finish, their parts never diminish, nor extinguish inside of each other’s hearts. God is the painter you see. The canvas was my wife to be, and the brush is the husband, that’s me. For when God brought us together my love, my canvas, I turned into we, plants turned into trees, and rivers turned into seas. He used me with each stroke of his hand to display on you his master plan. Red for the blood that was shed. For after he bled he said it is finished and then rose from the dead. Brown for the cross to which he was nailed, yet he prevailed as he wailed father forgive them for those who falsely hailed. Gold for the travesty that befell his majesty, even though it was our sin that was in dire need of amnesty. Blue for the living water that flowed from the potter, and baptized us to be his sons and daughters. Purple for his royalty and to show our loyalty to the king of grace, for now we have been counted worthy to look upon his face.
My beautiful canvas, that’s why we met. That’s why these colors are now set into the depths of your soul. I lost all control when I realized the goal of my role. I’m just a poll whose heart you stole. That’s what I thought when God dipped me in the bowl. Through us he made an amazing picture, a fixture of his mixture. His word has spoken, giving us this token, that the three stranded cord is not easily broken. When others see us may they see him, as their eyes swim at the sight of our limbs interwoven together like a net and a rim. May his spirit become bright and brim as our fleshly desires go dark and dim. May Satan’s dominion be trimmed as we fast and slim. May Christ advance as we glance at each other’s stance. With every chance we will show him in our circumstance. My beautiful canvas you are the object of my affection for in you I see his complexion, his perfection, and his reflection. It’s his resurrection that makes me gush with this romantic mush, but what else can I do? He’s the painter and I’m the brush.
Commanding the commencement of collection, a painter gathered his colorful selections in the direction of his new found affection, a window with a white complexion. A canvas, although an absent section, won the election of his perfection. It stood, submissively waiting for the connection of a caretaker to convey the painter’s reflection. Contemplating carefully his craft, the painter confidently coerced a draft, “A caretaker indeed!” he laughed for his creation would now be staffed. A brush, although brown and bristling, was drowned, glistening with a hue of red. Listening closely to what the painter said, it realized that it had been chosen above its brethren’s heads. It thought “what an honor to be the one to tread. So on it fled to the canvas’ stead, commissioned to be the caretaker, the painter’s sled on this snow white bed. With one masterful stroke of the brush the painter provoked the canvas to blush with a lush crimson stream into its once white theme. Both the brush and canvas beamed as they gleamed with the painter’s dream which had now been made to be seen.
When the brush and canvas first met they knew it was a moment they would never forget. As the color set, they decided to let the moment linger, the moment when they were brought together by the painter’s fingers. Like a ringer the canvas and brush called again for the painter to be the bringer together of the two singers. Harmonizing they sang in the melody of red and white until the painter changed the sight. Brown took flight and then golden light. Blue soon showed its might along with a purple bite. Like a symphony conductor with his wand the painter went on and on, depicting an image that surpassed words and beyond. The frog had found its pond just as the brush had found its bond with the canvas, a relationship the two had grown quite fond of. With a final colorful shove “That’s it!” the painter exclaimed. “I’ll call it love” for in the painters hands the brush and canvas fit like a glove.
Although this seems to be a tale of art, it’s actually the story of marriage in three parts. From start to finish, their parts never diminish, nor extinguish inside of each other’s hearts. God is the painter you see. The canvas was my wife to be, and the brush is the husband, that’s me. For when God brought us together my love, my canvas, I turned into we, plants turned into trees, and rivers turned into seas. He used me with each stroke of his hand to display on you his master plan. Red for the blood that was shed. For after he bled he said it is finished and then rose from the dead. Brown for the cross to which he was nailed, yet he prevailed as he wailed father forgive them for those who falsely hailed. Gold for the travesty that befell his majesty, even though it was our sin that was in dire need of amnesty. Blue for the living water that flowed from the potter, and baptized us to be his sons and daughters. Purple for his royalty and to show our loyalty to the king of grace, for now we have been counted worthy to look upon his face.
My beautiful canvas, that’s why we met. That’s why these colors are now set into the depths of your soul. I lost all control when I realized the goal of my role. I’m just a poll whose heart you stole. That’s what I thought when God dipped me in the bowl. Through us he made an amazing picture, a fixture of his mixture. His word has spoken, giving us this token, that the three stranded cord is not easily broken. When others see us may they see him, as their eyes swim at the sight of our limbs interwoven together like a net and a rim. May his spirit become bright and brim as our fleshly desires go dark and dim. May Satan’s dominion be trimmed as we fast and slim. May Christ advance as we glance at each other’s stance. With every chance we will show him in our circumstance. My beautiful canvas you are the object of my affection for in you I see his complexion, his perfection, and his reflection. It’s his resurrection that makes me gush with this romantic mush, but what else can I do? He’s the painter and I’m the brush.
S
My love to be, I cannot see
Somewhere far beyond shadows
You wait for me
You will smile, I will sing
I will give you many things
You will be my dream
I waited for
To have your love
I'd not ask for more
In faithfulness
Never to fade
And we shall love more
Everyday
Never to crash
Or hit the ground
Only higher
Upon love we have found
I will be your wings
And say you shine
When days I'm down
Your wings are mine
For together
We conquer
And in love apart
You will always remain
Deep in my heart
Yes you will know
I'm true love when I find you
You will take my hand
Leave all sorrow behind you
And you will bring out the best
There is in me
Your words so beautiful
Kind and free
Yes
Destiny, Faith
Meant to be
Someday my true love
I not yet see
Somewhere far beyond shadows
You wait for me
You will smile, I will sing
I will give you many things
You will be my dream
I waited for
To have your love
I'd not ask for more
In faithfulness
Never to fade
And we shall love more
Everyday
Never to crash
Or hit the ground
Only higher
Upon love we have found
I will be your wings
And say you shine
When days I'm down
Your wings are mine
For together
We conquer
And in love apart
You will always remain
Deep in my heart
Yes you will know
I'm true love when I find you
You will take my hand
Leave all sorrow behind you
And you will bring out the best
There is in me
Your words so beautiful
Kind and free
Yes
Destiny, Faith
Meant to be
Someday my true love
I not yet see
S
I sing to the sky
For praise and love
And dream for one more day
That we all receive love
Just as strong as we give
Tho sometimes love doesn't happen
That way
But you cannot let go
Or cease the dream
For you all that are waiting for this
That one special love
I promise will come
When you trust
In the Lord and His wish
For praise and love
And dream for one more day
That we all receive love
Just as strong as we give
Tho sometimes love doesn't happen
That way
But you cannot let go
Or cease the dream
For you all that are waiting for this
That one special love
I promise will come
When you trust
In the Lord and His wish
S
Single Chriastans never give up,...if true love is what you dream. With God it CAN be reality. This is for you. Giving love can make you soar beyond stars
Yes, at times...it can make you fall down
When you give all inside, to those not the ones
God intended true love to be found
Never give up hope, never give up dreams
Never fear from being alone
For true love never fades, from wrong choices you made
So be brave, in Gods faith, and be strong
I can promise you this, all sorrows will fade
When you find all the light from within
And never expect, some person you've met
To love you just as much, as you them
But love wasn't made, for who loves who more
Remember as you search for this
When love is your intention, and put first,.. I must mention
Yes! God will send you loves bliss
My prayers to you all waiting for love. I promise with God it will come.
R
“Broken People”
by Jim
I feel so shattered...
My love for life...
A cord severed by men,
And where they been.
whose love ended....
So many years ago.
So the people talk...
As though they’ve known me .
Yet their own life is strife.
Their own dreams forlorn...
they led a life tattered and torn.
Like broken shards of glass,
That can never put together again,
never tell where they been,
Or will be again.
Their broken lives and broken dreams,
their own words despised,
For what they seem.
So my every day,
Seems like a fight .
Of someone else shedding light
Of my dreams that didn’t go right
He tells what you’re about.
That he takes your rights,
Or someone else that hurt you.
So the broken people ,
Followed a broken path,
From a mind so broken and trusting,
So a blind trust ,
Became a blind thrust-
From a trusted friend ...
right over the end.
Clothing to rend.
A broken knee....some time to mend.
A time to heal, I pray to thee...
Give time back to me .
Make us people again ...
help us to be free again.
Free to love a friend.
Yahweh can you befriend.
by Jim
I feel so shattered...
My love for life...
A cord severed by men,
And where they been.
whose love ended....
So many years ago.
So the people talk...
As though they’ve known me .
Yet their own life is strife.
Their own dreams forlorn...
they led a life tattered and torn.
Like broken shards of glass,
That can never put together again,
never tell where they been,
Or will be again.
Their broken lives and broken dreams,
their own words despised,
For what they seem.
So my every day,
Seems like a fight .
Of someone else shedding light
Of my dreams that didn’t go right
He tells what you’re about.
That he takes your rights,
Or someone else that hurt you.
So the broken people ,
Followed a broken path,
From a mind so broken and trusting,
So a blind trust ,
Became a blind thrust-
From a trusted friend ...
right over the end.
Clothing to rend.
A broken knee....some time to mend.
A time to heal, I pray to thee...
Give time back to me .
Make us people again ...
help us to be free again.
Free to love a friend.
Yahweh can you befriend.
S
Called...."If Heaven"....
If heaven looks better than a Colarado mountain in dream
If heaven looks better than the sun on a forest stream
Then I am sorry...I dont know what to do
For God you give us a gift. .taken for granted in YOU
Sometimes our sight is something..the blind would wish
Yes the blind cant see vision yet us see...see satans kiss
Our eyes are called blessed because we see beauty of world
Yet our eyes also showed pictures of violence to this girl
So be strong those that see world...it is violence here true
Be strong blind friends in life...
Its just violence
God loves loves you!
If heaven looks better than a Colarado mountain in dream
If heaven looks better than the sun on a forest stream
Then I am sorry...I dont know what to do
For God you give us a gift. .taken for granted in YOU
Sometimes our sight is something..the blind would wish
Yes the blind cant see vision yet us see...see satans kiss
Our eyes are called blessed because we see beauty of world
Yet our eyes also showed pictures of violence to this girl
So be strong those that see world...it is violence here true
Be strong blind friends in life...
Its just violence
God loves loves you!
P
It's not a poem but
I'll share it as if It will be a poem
because I've something to tell
about this Verse : Matthew 6:34
Don't Worry About Tomorrow!
It Will Take Care Of Itself!
You Have Enough To Worry About Today!
(I wrote this in my words)--------
Now, I'll post this in French below______
I'll talk about Myself,
I'm always worry about everything!
I feel so far away to God because
it's tough to trust him!
I never live in the Present,
My mom told me that I'm in the Past
by crying and complain about sad and sad memories.
Or I'm in the Future by wondering my hobbies,
or to prevent some decisions to do before being in action.
I'll share it as if It will be a poem
because I've something to tell
about this Verse : Matthew 6:34
Don't Worry About Tomorrow!
It Will Take Care Of Itself!
You Have Enough To Worry About Today!
(I wrote this in my words)--------
Now, I'll post this in French below______
I'll talk about Myself,
I'm always worry about everything!
I feel so far away to God because
it's tough to trust him!
I never live in the Present,
My mom told me that I'm in the Past
by crying and complain about sad and sad memories.
Or I'm in the Future by wondering my hobbies,
or to prevent some decisions to do before being in action.
S
Love you are so beautiful
I would soar to the moon and stars for you
Live.. ..breathe....
and die for you
Never give up hope for you
Love?
I would shield a thousand times for you
Break my own heart..to break the devil for you
Breathe one more second
Just to breathe for you
Love?
You are here its true
For you are the reason God
Hasnt gave up
On us...
Because love?
God never gives up...
On you
I would soar to the moon and stars for you
Live.. ..breathe....
and die for you
Never give up hope for you
Love?
I would shield a thousand times for you
Break my own heart..to break the devil for you
Breathe one more second
Just to breathe for you
Love?
You are here its true
For you are the reason God
Hasnt gave up
On us...
Because love?
God never gives up...
On you
S
that was beautiful sweet heart. ..you are only seventeen..you are so lovely you worry too much. You PM me if you need to talk...okay I will tell you how I know the Holy Spirit is with us...I promise...you be strong lovely young girl..you will be fine I promise ...now you snuggle Snowflake he the cutest dog I ever seen lol
...now you snuggle Snowflake he the cutest dog I ever seen lol
S
I know you are out there somewhere love
I know you will love me too
And to treasure the moment you find me
I will give my all to you
I will build you up
When you are down
Never let you hurt
When I am around
And spend each moment that I have here
Faithful to you..and the love we hold dear
I know you are out there somewhere love
If God is willing...my time left to breathe
Will be spent praying you will love me too
And in faithfulness never leave
I know you will love me too
And to treasure the moment you find me
I will give my all to you
I will build you up
When you are down
Never let you hurt
When I am around
And spend each moment that I have here
Faithful to you..and the love we hold dear
I know you are out there somewhere love
If God is willing...my time left to breathe
Will be spent praying you will love me too
And in faithfulness never leave
S
True love is worth waiting for
Praying for...dreaming for
Living for...dying for
And saving for..
I couldnt ask for more
When he finds me
All past behind me
Regrets over years
Turn to stars from tears
Dawn will be his heart
I shall love him more
And when apart
My eyes will never see again
In another
All the love I will have for him
I shall soar...when he is cheer
Yes all I waited for
Will be clear
And in beauty evermore
Yes
True love is worth
Worth waiting for
Praying for...dreaming for
Living for...dying for
And saving for..
I couldnt ask for more
When he finds me
All past behind me
Regrets over years
Turn to stars from tears
Dawn will be his heart
I shall love him more
And when apart
My eyes will never see again
In another
All the love I will have for him
I shall soar...when he is cheer
Yes all I waited for
Will be clear
And in beauty evermore
Yes
True love is worth
Worth waiting for