Empty Canvas

One evening, recently, I was thinking about the "why" of suffering and pain. Yes, we are human. Sin, that is in our genes, brings it about. But what could be one reason (only one, mind you), that God allows us to go through pain? What came to mind is that we are in His gallery of His grace. We are each a masterpiece that God is creating so that the world around us may see His glory.

It has been years since I have thought of this song, but it's been on my heart lately:

An empty canvas waits before the Painter

It waits to be the painting it must be

Unto this end it has rightfully been created

To reflect the rightful beauty the Painter sees

A beauty that will surely find its life within its dying

So another might be born again

And in this constant death a constant beauty is created

Within a constant love that never ends

Jesus is the Master Painter

And the Holy Spirit is the Master’s Brush

To be dipped within the colors

That portray a Father’s love

That the Master’s painting might be born of us

To portray the beauty of the Master’s Brush

That the canvas of our life might know the Master’s touch

An empty canvas waits before the Painter

An empty canvas destined to be hung

Within the gallery once it has been created

Will the canvas bear the beauty of God’s Son?

"The Painter" by John Michael & Terry Talbot

May each of us reflect the beauty of the Master's artistry.

Love,

Jenifer