Unfinished Portraits
The church is a hospital for sinners
And not a hospice for saints
As we are all unfinished portraits
That God must continuously paint
As none of us are perfectly complete
Still works in progress
We're just striving and trying
To do our very best
And as we stand in awe of He
The One who dwells above
Let us never forget His grace
And indefatigable love
Let our hearts, minds and spirits be uplifted
By Your heavenly hands
Let our homes of faith be built on solid rock
And not sinking sand
So heal us on Lord
color in our blank space
Strengthen us to handle
Any difficulties we may face
For we are unfinished portraits
Perched on the easels of life
Waiting for You to stain us
With the Sacred Blood of Jesus the Christ
Copyright © Louise Nelson | Year Posted 2020
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