In the art on canvas I know not the mind of the maker.
For the art displayed is just a small bit of what in the mind was laid.
In the maker of fools I know not the slander.
For I do not listen to such a philanderer.
In the smack on the face it is not God I slander.
All I ask is, “Why?”
What can I do to cast this all in?
I know not of my maker slandering and mocking fools.
May God not know you until you share with Him.
He will transcend you beyond physical rules.
Surpass the body to see splendor take over thee.
Let it all honor Him.
The bliss of a new reality will be heaven sent.
For love is the almighty way.
For love for you I do earnestly pray.