Paint Me

“I do not at all understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where were are but does not leave us where it found us.”

Anne Lamott
My heart
Is an empty canvas
Paint me...
Paint me
In your watercolor hues
Your sad blues
And your passion pinks
Your quiet greens
And your fiery reds
Spill yourself over me
Use your fingers
Cover me in your rainbow
And your mark
Make my empty yours
Make it beautiful
Like you