Candle Light

I wrote this a while ago but it feels so good to have my very own art room to lose myself in once more. Last night I could not sleep so I did this.

Sometimes I can’t sleep at night so I quietly sneak down the stairs into my art room. In the hush of the night I begin to paint my God a pretty picture like a little girl would do for her daddy because she loves Him. He knows it was made in candle light when it was hard to see. He dose not care if the painting looks messy and the lines may not be clean. All He sees is my heart on the canvas.  A heart that burns with a fire at night, thru storms of life and a love that can not be blown out. In return God kisses me good night with peace, sends me back to bed to sleep thru the rest of the storm that woke me up in the first place.



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