The Canvas I Display

In the morningsI put on make-up I paint the canvas of my face with delicate paints of Different colors. But at night I display the canvas of my Father, By his words of wisdom that Shape me. I let the outside world see the canvas of me, my face Yet at night I look into the canvas of my Father I put my body through a vigorous workout routine to maintain, My figure which is what the world sees But my Father loves me, not based on Physical appearance, but His love. His words are the tools that help change us. They rearrange our minds, our hopes, even our Priorities. I decided while I display the canvas of me With make-up And an intense work-out program I will also display the canvas of my Father with His words My day is devoted to him and His words Then and only then will the canvas of me be Completed Because it will be completed in Him, Not me.