My Painter

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”

-Angela Dorcas


4 thoughts on “My Painter

  1. my personal fav 😀

    He came to my desk with a quivering lip
    The lesson was done
    Have you a new sheet for me dear teacher?
    I’ve spoiled this one

    I took his sheet all soiled and blotted
    Gave him a new one all unspotted
    And into his tired heart I cried
    Do better now my child

    I went to the throne with a trembling heart
    The day was done
    Have you a new day for me dear Master
    I’ve spoiled this one

    He took my day all soiled and blotted
    Gave me a new one all unspotted
    And into my tired heart He cried
    Do better now my child

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  3. wow…this is awesome!!! I just love how you write..Got no words 4 this!! simply beautiful…and I love how u brought out what you wanted to say…When I read this, I can “feel” wat u want to say..awesome again!

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