Rhymes of the Heart
The Canvas
I hung a piece of canvas
On an easel just today
Sit and stare brush in hand
See the pain from yesterday
My mind paints the confusion
Each torment that was wrought
A place of non-believers
Where truth was never sought
I try to capture every detail
But choke on my own tears
See faces filled with hate
And their misguided fears
Try and paint the brutal beating
The gray that filled the skies
The placing of the crown of thorns
The blood that filled His eyes
How do you paint the pain
When the hammer strikes the nail
And can the painter capture
The screams of a Mothers wail
Can I capture the tortured soul
Bearing the burden of the cross
Or paint upon this canvas
The anguish of the whole worlds loss
My brush pauses in mid air
Can I paint His final breath
As the storm rages overhead
With those left to mourn His death
So I wipe the canvas clean
And paint what I truly see
The loving face of Jesus Christ
Who lived and died for me
By.Deb/nana5
On an easel just today
Sit and stare brush in hand
See the pain from yesterday
My mind paints the confusion
Each torment that was wrought
A place of non-believers
Where truth was never sought
I try to capture every detail
But choke on my own tears
See faces filled with hate
And their misguided fears
Try and paint the brutal beating
The gray that filled the skies
The placing of the crown of thorns
The blood that filled His eyes
How do you paint the pain
When the hammer strikes the nail
And can the painter capture
The screams of a Mothers wail
Can I capture the tortured soul
Bearing the burden of the cross
Or paint upon this canvas
The anguish of the whole worlds loss
My brush pauses in mid air
Can I paint His final breath
As the storm rages overhead
With those left to mourn His death
So I wipe the canvas clean
And paint what I truly see
The loving face of Jesus Christ
Who lived and died for me
By.Deb/nana5
