Painter

The painter paints with passion
Brushing furiously, stroking away…
In a determinedly focused fashion
That will not waver or sway.
His marred hands move with a vision;
An image inside His head
Calculated with perfect precision
That moves his brush ahead.
Slowly, slowly, but oh so surely
The canvas fill up with paint
It won’t be late, nor will it be early
But on time and untouched by complaint.
He who began a this enchanting endeavor
Will surely finish it.
And its greatness and glory will hang forever
Where no one can diminish it.