waiting to be painted

My life is like a blank canvas waiting to be painted,
my future is a song that needs to be sung.
at the end of my life the canvas will be hung,
and it will be worth each moment that i waited.

The tubes of paint, brushes and water are lying there,
daring me to pick them up and express myself.
Once i pick them up i realise my heart of wealth.
i notice a grander hand in it all and how he crafted me with such care.

So i splash the paint and put my heart in so deep,
i enjoy each moment i get to connect my heart with my creator,
and i realise that with him by my side everything will work out for the better.
Once i dig in and find an inheritance that is worthy to keep.

i wish my feelings of unworthiness and doubt away,
i carefully uncover all thats within my heart so true,
i look to my maker and ask him "for who?
he says "its for you my dear child" so i pick up all that he's promised and obey.

I delight in the gifts of my inheritance,
just as he delights in every detail of my path and life,
he treats me as his beloved and provides for me as his wife.
so i rejoice and give all he's given to me even in times of turbulence!