Fresh Paint

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Written on February 2, 2025

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New walls, inviting colors crisp and… Clean, washed bright, beautiful and… Fresh, renewed by cheery colors, so… Neat, energetic like the unsullied, and… Different, unmarked by the past, unsoiled and … Detailed by soft brush filled with paint’s heavy scent… Sparkling, like the life reborn, new and changed, converted by the primer – His light never fades out… His brush mends the heart restores the soul with faith and transforms the life with grace… Painting the spirit in love so amazing Painting my life so I’ll always be praising

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Miranda Hawley

Date: 2/3/2025 9:30:00 PM

So this poem makes a shift from a literal painting to God painting His detail on the human heart. God really is the MASTER artist.

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 2/3/2025 5:33:00 AM

Dear Gina, Oh, how your words shine with renewal, each brushstroke of faith bringing light to the canvas of the soul. There’s so much warmth in your imagery with hope wrapped in color, transformation in every line. This is truly uplifting, my friend! Beautiful work! Winter Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniekl

David Crandall

Date: 2/2/2025 2:40:00 PM

Great metaphor of God the grand artist.

Valsa George

Date: 2/2/2025 7:52:00 AM

When I read the first half of the poem, I thought it was about painting a building fresh in attractive colors. Before painting starts, the old walls have to be scrubbed and cleaned of all dirt. But soon I realized that beneath the facade of a simple writing, you hid a profound truth. When our soul is washed clean of sins, God the great artist paints the walls of our soul in colors scintillating. Beautiful poem, dear Gina.