Explain

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.