I'm Ready...

A street colored canvas,
i've watched as their finger paint runs off of the side,
with each innocent touch
that has been manipulated by the drunkard's disguise.
and yo, the satisfaction of their blinded beliefs
allows just seconds of escape from their blinded relief.
The texture of this canvas can only be created by an intimate taste of confusion,
as it aroused that lonely darkness when it entered the scene,
because of that one, that decided to feed into that sorry illusion.
Daily I struggle with the battle of truth,
for I have been directed to brush away their mindless pursuit.
Count how many are willing, cause the workers are few,
the fields heap plenty but not enough to convince the youth.
I am guided by "The Manufacturer," and I do what I'm told,
Now I would be lying if I denied thinking about leaving it all, just to be left alone.
But the power of His will is stronger than my own!!
So this is where it began, my soul no longer my own,
but a gift that was given to be given to those who lack His hope.
My canvas is young, and my paint is ready, my soul has been awaken for this plan of His Mercy.... I'M READY!!