The Masterpiece (5-12-20) Poem by Maymay Marie

An inner voice calls for a closed door to behold,
A workout is a need to shut out from public sold,
A rough one soon will be refined, slowly, time,
Sweat, steps, a call above must be a song rhyme.

The dream that never started is coming slowly,
Hands are working a bit daily,
Give life to the characters, places, and events,
Making them in tune for God, the mission paints.

A long list is a need, so the hands needed to bend,
For the time to engage, when feelings are wind,
But the thoughts must seek the First,
That is God must be the center of thirst.

Needed to talk the aim above, The Creator,
He knows the ways, the pen, He is the holder,
The guide, everything He must be the guide,
For no one can complete the blank and hide.

A talk to God is a need daily to continue,
Steps for the blanks must be filled with ink new,
Keys must be an attachment to the grown texts,
Give life go unlock God given songs lyrics.

It may take long, to survive the inevitable,
Yet to look above is a daily grace to put in table,
A reminder, a way to mirror the daily past time,
That rough, teary, dry roads are bridge to name.

To grip the heart mission, is to survive the pain,
The ache, the failures, thoughts undertaken,
Are ways to bridge to complete the blanks,
Fill in with texts to open for public eyes.

A talk above is a daily walk for the energy daily,
To walk in daily storm and sunshine way instantly,
Must need a hand from above to know the texts,
To fill in the blanks of masterpiece.

That dream will someday will be completed,
In a day, in an hour, God gives, in His time said,
That dream is a masterpiece of God artistry choir,
A lifetime guide to know that God answers prayer.