I went to a painter asking for a portrait of myself
I ain’t a pretty person or a great good person
But I wanted to leave something behind after I was gone.
He said nothing but started painting with a smile on his face.
As he softly and patiently brushed every stroke, he hardly looked at me
Wondering if he will ever get my features right, I stammered
“Sir! You hardly see me. Can you draw me perfectly?”
Smiling he said,”Be still my child. I have you in my mind”
After a while he smiled and kept aside His brush.
I looked at him earnestly anxious of how I would look
“It is done. Do you wanna see?” he asked.
I nodded. Nervous and curious, I slowly walked up to him
Only to find a picture of a beautiful lovely girl.
The lines of anger, marks of worries visible on my face
Was replaced by a look of innocence and peace.
It was nothing I looked like but yet it was me.
Smiling, I asked him “Sir, Is this what I look like?
Saying nothing he just took me to a mirror.
“No. This is what you look like” he said.
I saw myself looking sad, jealous, arrogant and selfish.
Saddened by his words and by what I saw
Tears swelling up,I stammered “But the portrait…”
He smiled and said “The portrait is how I designed you to be.
This is how I want you to be remembered. The way I designed you”
Now sobbing I asked,” Sir How can I look like this again?
What is the price I have to pay?”
Smiling he stretched out his hands and said
“My Child I already paid the price for u on the cross”
I understood now .I fell on my knees crying
“Jesus! I wanna be how you made me to be.
Make me how you want me to be.
For you do not see who I am but what I could be”