A Piece of Canvas

A Piece of Canvas

I am a piece of canvas...

Once blank, but am no more

I have been put to use, you see,

Here spread out on the floor

I am a piece of canvas

Dirty, marred, and stained

I keep the foot-prints off the wood,

and catch stray drips of paint

I am a piece of canvas

I've laid here quite awhile

The brushes, cans and other tools

In heaps, on me, are piled

I am a piece of canvas

Feeling lonely, used, unseen

Until You come and pull me out

And wash me until I'm clean

I am a piece of canvas!

I'm clean! A stunning white

Whatever use He puts me to

I know it will be right

I am a piece of canvas

Hoisted high onto a mast

I'm stretched and taught, a useful thing!

And waves below me crash

I am a piece of canvas

Angled full into the breeze

The thrills, the gusts, the waves, the sky!

I fit this perfectly.

-By Enna