Don’t hate me for dropping lyrics to Him, ascribing to Him all the beauty my mind can conceive.
Don’t give me the eye for lines that fly, in sync with the One who makes me wink, but when I look into them, they make me sink into His unending love.
Don’t start a fight, it’s my right to respond to Him in words that describe how I see Him.
Dear God,
I think You are cool in jeans and a fitted shirt, with a touch of red. I love hats, so I’ll add that to the looks too and maybe some blues.
You are ageless and don’t need to lean, but I’ll give You a walking stick for more swag. I’m not really into blings, so I’ll leave that out, but a dash of grey on the beard is a fact.
I love eyes, I won’t imagine Yours, but when I look into them, make me find a kaleidoscope of colours without defining lines. Let me be drawn in as it goes from Greenish Grey to Brown and other mix of blue in-between.
Your voice, definitely deep and soothing but light enough to hit any modulation when we worship. Your touch, more comforting than any touch my mind could fathom.
You are beyond description, but if I had a choice to give You a face, I won’t because the awe would be too much to grasp.
This is me checking You out this morning and i hope You love my painting of a Friday You!
#UnapologeticallyMe #UnapologeticallyYours
@imanikel 09102020 Frances Kelvin Otung
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