My Canvas

This is the time to believe
from you I am sprouting,
yep, you are the painter 
abide in me, 
splashing colours 
on the resurrected canvas 
of my renewed world.

Stretching hands to open 
one lock after another;
the locks of my heart 
breathing life to breathe again.

How will then I shed tears
in furious weather of time?
Your fruits shall be remaining
on branches of my life 
all through the seasons.

I leap and dive as doves.
Sail cutting through the stormy waves 
for, it is you choose me 
as yours

The way you love
the way you care
Repay?
Yet every bit of my world 
I wish to be with you 
to bring forth fruits to remain 
synchronized 
with chirping of birds 
fragrance of flowers. 

Author notes

"If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you."  (John 15 v.7) 

"Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you."(John 15 v.16)