The Paint Brush
I recently discovered this poem. The first time I read it I cried. It was like the author had looked into my life and saw me. I am guilty of covering up the real me for so many reasons. Mostly because I've been hurt in the past or because I'm afraid that someone wont like me once they see the real me. I don't believe that God wants us to live that way though. God is slowing but surely teaching me that the real me is wonderful and amazing and that He never meant for it it be hidden. Won't you you let your paint brush down and let the real you shine through. Do you struggle with letting others see the real you? Why or Why Not?
The Paint Brush by Lee Ezell
I keep my Paint Brush with me.
wherever I may go, in case i need to cover up,
so the Real Me doesn't show.
I'm so afraid to show you Me; afraid of what you'll do;
you might laugh or say mean things; I'm afraid I might Lose you.
I'd like to remove all my Paint coats, to show you the real, true Me
But I want you to try and understand: I need you to Like what you see.
So, if you'll be patient and close your eyes, I'll strip off my coats real slow:
Please understand how much it hurts, to let the Real Me show.
Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold.
If you still love me, with all you see,
you are my friend pure as gold.
I need to save my Paint Brush though, and hold it in my hand:
I want to keep it hand, in case somebody doesn't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend,
and thanks for loving me True.
But please let me Keep My Paint Brush with me,
until I love Me too!