The Brush

When I experience the hurting, in a world run by the prince of the air.

Reflections of confusion, disillusion, shame, and despair.

Nowhere to run to, no one to run to them, to show they care.

In a world in flux, they are desperate and in need of prayer.

Seeing this I become connected, I am affected, I am ejected from my chair.

The opportunity is ripe, so by the grace of God go I, to lift someone up in prayer.

While pouring into a world that is in such need as this.

I see a vision, of a large blank empty canvas.

I paint the words “no matter what you’re going through, his grace is bigger than this.”

As I start to add wisdom, I am careful to stay within the lines.

Then the colors start to run, as I run out of words that are vertically aligned.

I start praying harder for the right things to say.

As a warrior in Christ, I welcome battles like this every day.

In times like this, when I have to let go and walk away.

That’s usually when I hear God say.

Thank you for taking care of my children, but realize when you’ve done enough.

Don’t forget that I am the painter, and you are just the brush.