My brush is my spirit my heart the colors I derive,
My Light comes from Heavens abide,
My palette is creation with the wind at my beckon and call,
My breath the strokes performing all,
The depth of this picture is My Rhema for it is Alive !
Flowing beating and it even thrives,
Expanding through all matter dimensions its coarse,
As I declare it finds its voice!
Bringing in My Presence in Fullness and Truth,
To Everything it touches restoring its freshness and youth,
All the weight and matter of creation is not too much for me to bear,
But know this wherever you are I AM THERE . . .
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