#WritcoPoemChallenge
Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...
His Will is always globally good.
Although, not always, equally understood.
This is my Wearth. A little bit of your Heaven... here on this dirt.
Paint me your wonders.
My only hope is to brighten and splash color to this canvas.
Bringing all your Glory, through this vessel and back to you.
Let me be Your picture to perfect.
This sod is ripe with clay
Mold me to your perfect day.
Always room here. I presume you'll stay.
One day, Never again three, but one day and every day.
Home free with thee....