Life, the Canvas
by jen erickson
The following text is one of the last songs that Jeremy ever penned, the summer of 2011. On this day, the fifth anniversary of Jeremy’s home going, I thought I’d at least share the text.
I know the messiness and the hopeful beauty of the canvas of my life and the lives of my boys, as well as having known Jeremy’s life so intimately. We are sinners and saints. I’m both undone and upheld by the truth that there is a loving God who has promised good and life to us, and offers comfort for us in the midst of our brokenness. We cannot always see what He is doing or what He sees, but as Jeremy taught and modeled to us well, we can trust that He knows what He’s doing.
Life the Canvas
by Jeremy Erickson
Life, the canvasWill, the paintCome see a sinnerCome see a saintColors and outlineOur choices madeWe cannot hideThe heart’s paradeLines be drawnBy reaching outJagged anglesJut aboutCurves connectAnd form is found,But grace be goneAnd goes the groundWe spill and splashWe make a messWe sin a lotSometimes we confessLife we imaginedIn our mindsThe canvas deniesThe colors can’t findSo brushes be stiffPalate be dryBeauty be neverBeheld by the eyeWhat’s done is doneBehold the heartSo poorly displayedIn senseless artNow see the handSo unlike oursMake lovely livesOf all that marsOur finished workUndone untilThe master’s strokeThe Master’s willReveals the linesWe could not seeWith love, His brushMakes beauty beAnd sets withinA larger frameOur lives, the artThat bears His name.Life, the canvasWill, the paintCome see a sinnerCome see a saint.