Life reminds me of a drawing
that with my shaky hands I'm making
And to make it all my own
there are lots of risks worth taking.
My life is a portrait,
a depiction of my face
and my feeble efforts hopeless
without my Maker's grace.
Oh countless, countless times
have I made stupid mistakes
and as my pencil slips away,
an ugly scar it makes.
Then God like an eraser,
when I bow my head to pray,
looks into the messed up drawing
and wipes the marks away.
And the feeble drawing that I made
as imperfect as my heart
My Jesus turns it, in His grace
into a work of art!
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