Canvas of Me

In the morning I put on makeup,

I paint the canvas of my face with an

   array of colors.

But at night I take off those colors,

   I no longer need to hide.

I put my body through a very

   vigorous workout routine.

I lady is admired by her figure.

The world cherishes and applaud

   a nice figure.

It's never enough, any of it.

But my Father see's me and it's enough

   for him.

I don't have to paint a canvas for the world

   to see and appreciate.

Because now I display the canvas of my

   Father with his words.

So that now the canvas of my soul

   is complete.