…..life’s abysmal canvas is what I paint beautiful pictures on; the paper our biblical scriptures are on, ain’t worth the space my soul had ventured on, even with heaven as a future prospect, life is torn; I used those tears to create a beautiful marriage on, wonderful kids are born, internal growth is spawned, god’s crown is donned, that abysmal canvas is gone, I roll up my sleeves with no gloves and release the doves, every time I give my kids a hug, all of life’s ills are reduced to the size of a bug.