Art becomes worship when the heart becomes His canvas.
There are moments in the creative journey when the noise of life fades away and something sacred begins to stir—a gentle awareness that the One who painted the heavens is still creating through us.
In the hush of early morning light, surrounded by God’s creation, I often feel more like a witness than a painter. The forest becomes a sanctuary; the brush, a prayer. In those still places, I sense His whisper: “Let Me paint through you.”
This poem was born out of that realization—that the truest art isn’t about talent or achievement. It’s about surrender. It’s about becoming a vessel through which the Master Artist reveals His beauty and grace to the world.