Unfinished Masterpiece
Unfinished Masterpiece
God look ed at me ,and smiled,
I m not though with you child,
There’s more to your heart than anyone sees,
You are my work of art, an unfinished Masterpiece.
God raised His hand ,with His brush,
He said Art is a thing you can’t rush,
With a special stroke, He added hope
And He painted over the heart that was broke,
He seems to paint me with such ease,
I’m God’s unfinished Master piece.
I heard Him say, I l l put a breeze in your hair,
I’ll paint you a beautiful day, and Ill bow your head in prayer
There’s more to your heart than anyone sees.
You’ll my work of art, my unfinished Masterpiece.
By Judy Puckett
God look ed at me ,and smiled,
I m not though with you child,
There’s more to your heart than anyone sees,
You are my work of art, an unfinished Masterpiece.
God raised His hand ,with His brush,
He said Art is a thing you can’t rush,
With a special stroke, He added hope
And He painted over the heart that was broke,
He seems to paint me with such ease,
I’m God’s unfinished Master piece.
I heard Him say, I l l put a breeze in your hair,
I’ll paint you a beautiful day, and Ill bow your head in prayer
There’s more to your heart than anyone sees.
You’ll my work of art, my unfinished Masterpiece.
By Judy Puckett

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