Prince of Peace
Akiane Kramarik
(age 8)
Perhaps I wanted to catch it
perhaps not
But one morning
an eagle dropped a diamond
And right then
with my faulty brush
full of my own hair
I wanted to paint
I wanted to paint the wings-
Too late - they flew away
I wanted to paint a flower
Too late - it withered
That night the rain
was running after me
Each drop of rain
showed God's face
His face was everywhere
On homes and on me
I wrung out the love
to make the red
I wrung out the stumps
to make the brown
I wrung out the trust
to make the pink
I wrung out my own eyes
to make the blue
I wrung out the seaweed
to make the green
I wrung out the nightly pain
to make the black
I wrung out my grandmother's hair
to make the gray
I wrung out my visions
to make the violet
I wrung out the truth
to make the white
Today I want to paint God's face
IT'S NOT TOO LATE !
5 comments:
He Is Totally Beautiful!!!!!!!!
He's a man's man.
If an 8 year old painted this (and she did), and if we know where that gift could NOT have come from (hell) then we know Who it DID originate from. Had I the gift to paint what I 'saw' once, it would have looked a lot like this. Captivating.
Make me a channel of Your peace
Where there is hatred let me bring Your love
Where there is injury, Your pardon, Lord
And where there's doubt, true faith in You
Oh, Master, grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved as to love with all my soul
Make me a channel of Your peace
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope
Where there is darkness, only light
And where there's sadness, ever joy
Make me a channel of Your peace
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
In giving to all men that we receive
And in dying that we're born to eternal life
Just stunning, even though the eyes have no color in this picture i am looking at they are captivating, thank you Dear Jesus for the many ways you let us know you are with us. And a little child shall lead them.
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