Artistry and ashes

Oh to be an artist and create beautiful images of lovely parables and put sweet romance on display, I'd show the world a romance between man and Christ.

But isn't that what life is for? Oh to be a living representation of the romance between man and Christ. Could He not create far more beautiful a picture than these ashes I try to pass off?

He calls me to be willing, says the picture would be the finest I'd ever seen. Know me Lord, that the world would know You.

This is what you do, you Open the veins in my heart, as in the time you first romanced me. Oh that each beat might pump love through me, warming cold flesh; and it would fill the hardened words that darkness speaks around me, overflow into emptiness inside. As you call hearts forth to beat, love pumps through to awaken Love, new life spreads wild inside, then to the head as Truth penetrates it's beholder, then to the hands, you place your signent ring upon my finger. Then to the feet and I can remember a whisper you whispered long ago and you said "Go". And it only just now broke through the silence deadening my ears and I remember when you first spoke, like a memory I'm remembering but I've only found it in this moment, perfect truth and perfect beauty. If I perish, I perish, Lord I will wear your signet ring.