My life a canvas in front of you, Jesus

Waiting for your inspiration to play all over it

You take your brush and sweep across me

Colors so vibrant and rich

Hues intense and bold

So the picture becomes deeper, more intriguing

You stop and look to see exactly what needs to be done next

Pastels to soften the edges of the bold colors

Your fingers rubbing, blending, smoothing

And the picture becomes sweeter, more inviting

You lean back to decide what is still lacking

Out comes your pencil, sharp and precise

Defining the shapes, outlining the images

And the picture becomes clearer, more compelling

As you look at your artwork, you realize that one thing is missing

You reach for your box of  broken crayons

Childlike, simple,  primary colors

And you scribble across the canvas

Random marks that seem to mar the picture,  but somehow make it more interesting

So others feel like a part of the artwork

Please color me, Jesus

And keep the canvas wet and workable so the picture can be modified and improved until it resembles a portrait of You.