Large fingers pushing paint
You’re God and you’ve got big hands
Colors blend… the challenges you give man
Seek my part… devote myself
My small self… like a book amongst the many on a shelf
Sometimes I know, sometimes I rise
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I cringe, sometimes I live
Sometimes I walk, sometimes I kneel
Sometimes I speak of nothing at all
Sometimes I reach to myself, dear God.