The Canvas of Us

In the beginning, we were lines,

Simple, undeveloped truths, undrawn designs.

Honesty and faithfulness,

Like early whispers in the night.

We built our love on the sacred vows,

Unaware of depth or height.

 

But time and by Divine, the sculptor of the soul,

Chiseled cracks we couldn’t see,

Where shadows danced and lessons grew,

In the fires meant to set us free.

 

Each weary battle carved us, shaped our form,

Through joy, through pain, we found the storm.

The wrestling worship of the light and dark,

Left lasting scars of grace upon our hearts.

 

Years have passed, and here we stand,

At the edge of what’s become our land.

A masterpiece not yet complete,

But full of strength, once thought and felt as defeat.

 

The trust we lost, will we now reclaim?

Through honesty, we bear no shame.

The fears, the doubts, the long, hard road

Have brought us back to what we know.

 

Creator, self, and love reborn,

A truth we sought but once ignored.

Humbled, sober, patiently anticipating, will we paint with wiser hands?

Our canvas vast, our hearts unplanned.

For here we are, beneath the sky,

The broken places becoming aligned.

With vision more clear, dependence on Him, we face the light,

And once again, if we give ourselves permission, our souls can take flight.