A Tribute - To The Painter in the Skies

 

(Written : 24/07/15 )

Each and every single day ,

Waking up fresh and new

Like a canvas awaiting a painters brush ,

With doubts and anxieties few .

Whats in store , whats my fate ,

Whats the colour for me today ?

Whats in line and whats my destiny 

Would I be shown a way ?

My fate is in those hidden hands ,

To reachout my soul tries !

My perfect artist , my perfect light 

 My painter in the skies !

When am the canvas and he hold the paint 

Life can be nothing but good !

Chaos and tears and sorrows all

Wipe out am sure he would ...

Rainbows he fills in this grey life 

With His magical brush of love 

All that he touches , all that he claims 

Is so immensely blessed and How !!!

Somedays the skies are cloudy , 

From me Hidden he remains 

Anxious heart and restless soul 

Searches for him but in vain

And just that moment when I loose hope  

He lovingly sends a sign 

Am watching you ,and am with you 

Don't worry you are always Mine !