Dried Paint

He creates purpose because He is the Artist. 
Without the stroke of His brush to guide our path, 
We simply move, unaware 
Of the meaning of our existence. 
We fight to create meaning for our lives 
But live with the frustration of never finding it; 
Choosing to be oblivious to the evidence that 
Our life is not our own.
We intentionally ignore the fact that 
Our value was assigned by Another.
We exist,
Only attached 
To the paintbrush of the artist. 
Why is this truth so difficult to embrace?

This Artist is passionate for His work! 
He loves His art and cherishes His creation. 
But, He can only do so much with dry paint!

Why not let Him add Life to this color that you are?
Why not let yourself gently move to the stroke of His brush? 
He sees the big picture; He knows where you fit best.
Before calling yourself worthless, 
Let this genius of beauty work His magic.

He knows what you don't know; 
He sees what you are blind to. 
The reality is that 
This Artist can make beauty out of anything 
Because He sees beauty in everything. 
This is the Creator of art, the Inventor of color! 
Adding Life to your color is what He does best.

So, let Him add life to your color 
So that 
You may also dance 
To the stroke of His brush; 
Letting yourself be part 
Of this beautiful masterpiece 
He affectionately calls
My Beloved.