“Oh God, You're a poet
And I, I was Your blank page,
Rather the blank page of a poet,
Than the blank page of man
Rather the blank page of someone who already envisioned me as a masterpiece,
Than the blank page of man
Yes, even before He poured out His ink heart on me,
He saw me, with all the hidden words that were scribbled across me
All the fears, hopes, dreams and wishes inked so wildly
Oh man, I was His pièce de résistance
Last night I was staring at this blank page,
But little did I know that it was staring at me,
Waiting for me to turn it into a written work of art
And just then I realized, I was staring at my reflection
This revelation brought clarity to every blank page on Earth
Oh God, we are Your work of art” - Demi.M Potts
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC
“Oh God, You're a poet
And I, I was Your blank page,
Rather the blank page of a poet,
Than the blank page of man
Rather the blank page of someone who already envisioned me as a masterpiece,
Than the blank page of man
Yes, even before He poured out His ink heart on me,
He saw me, with all the hidden words that were scribbled across me
All the fears, hopes, dreams and wishes inked so wildly
Oh man, I was His pièce de résistance
Last night I was staring at this blank page,
But little did I know that it was staring at me,
Waiting for me to turn it into a written work of art
And just then I realized, I was staring at my reflection
This revelation brought clarity to every blank page on Earth
Oh God, we are Your work of art” - Demi.M Potts
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