I asked God to be an artisan. not so I could eloquently speak, but so I could meet with God and explain the encounter. The wind became breath. The sun became an anthem. The river became His lullaby. The thunder became His rebuke. I asked God to be an artisan, not so I could paint perfect scenes, but so I could show God to a world in darkness. My brush became a trumpet. My paint became a warning. My canvas became a mercy seat. My art a poor reflection of His face. I asked God to be an artisan, not so I could sing like the world's idols, but so the sounds of heaven would beat against the gates of hell and overcome. My songs became a sword. My lullaby became a bandage. My ballad became His love song. My heart became silent. I asked to be an artisan, no so I could eloquently speak, but so I could meet with God and explain the encounter.
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