The Art Baby Blue Becoming

 

I have come accustomed to the pictures in my mind moving.

It's a simple observation yet profound in thinking.

At least for me as I act in my play. 

A smile on my face and a warming heart, 

Feeling like God is tickling me inside. 

How could I be,

More grateful to thee,

For birthing me for all to see.

Yet for being I your loving Son, 

My dominance I say with a kiss, blowing  within.

I have grown accustomed to the pictures moving in my mind,

A simple observation, yet profoundly aligned.

In the act of my play, I find my way,

A smiling grace my face, warming the day.

Feeling God’s gentle tickle, his loving sign,

How blessed am I to call this life mine.

Grateful beyond words to the One,

For birthing me, your radiant Son.

For all to see, this dominance I own,

Catching my kiss, my seeds are sown.

Winning the wind, my words ascend,

A life of living light, so bright pretend.

Through Art Baby Blue, my truth be one,

Creating the picture, I’ve already won.