layer upon layer;
Igniting hope and desire
from the mess of me.
Meaningless and empty,
just a jumble of shapes and shades;
But Your hands move so deftly,
creating something
out of the mess of me.
In your mind there's a perfect picture
which i could never see;
And i questioned every brush stroke
making more mess of me.
But you went on and on
painting undauntedly;
Slowly i begin to see
what has become of the mess of me.
A priceless painting by the master himself
beautiful as it can be;
Created by your loving hands
from the mess of me.
"The Mess of Me" by E.Y
