In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth...
Before the beginning, God knew exactly what was going to happen.
He knew our imperfections, our faults and flaws, but He did not pause
He did not doubt to create, to inundate the world with water and life
Knowing who would walk and who would merely talk
God has proven Himself a taker of calculated risk
Free will
The blood that had to be spilled to create The Way
And who was to say whether or not we would find faith in our day?
Life could have taken so many different turns, and I could burn in a different way...
The Lord walked the land, trusting in man, eleven to be specific
Prolific in His ways, loving us, even if we were a Judas
That twelfth soul who sold his own and should have known
The Messiah among us was willing to wash our feet...
How perfect and complete is God's knowledge of time.
Every choice in every life a line upon His canvas
And He intervenes with colors pristine bringing depth and purpose
Layers and contours that collide in a chromatic blend
That sends the eye across this scape, draped with Divine deliberation
Every drop of paint placed with precision and pieced like a puzzle with Providence
Divine Providence
Then...He stood back, the foundations laid
And by themselves our colors spread across His canvas
Our own will the invisible brushes
Swishing along in hushes as time progressed
And at times, our Master Painter would intervene with those colors pristine
Our lives would change or be challenged
And at our darkest moment, in the middle of the canvas
With colors turning black and turning back with wickedness and death
In one breath, He cast from His brush the most brilliant red ever to be bled...
Right in the middle of our midst, and our reality did twist
Death to life, grays to glowing greens, black to vibrant blues
A kaleidoscope of hues that bridged one half of this frame to the next
This oil never dries and it always covers
Even the meanderings of star-crossed lovers can't compare to His grace
His romantic piece, this portrait of His people - saved and lost
The cost of this work is immeasurable...
It has always caught my eye and spun me on my head,
And I will not understand it until I am fully dead
But for now, I'm merely dying in my meager attempts at scrying
Dying to know the why's and how's and when's
And until then, I'm humbled to be an ever changing line on His canvas
A piece planned before the paint was poured or the canvas nailed to its board frame
A canvas stretched in creation, perfect in His elation on how to fill it
What a glorious plan He has for man
I cannot wait to see it fully...
I know I will be overwhelmed.