Little did I know
that the artist is Him
I am just the paintbrush
which he paints my life with
– Lord, take it all
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
The artist
Little did I know
that the artist is Him
I am just the paintbrush
which he paints my life with
– Lord, take it all
