A Worthy Display

A Worthy Display

Running and taking off, flying and free
My crippled feet, powerful, I lift off without wings,
By faith alone, my heart is soaring,
Strong arms carry me home.

The Word of God speaks, as silence abounds,
Thundering my purpose, holding my hand.
I'm never alone, even when people are few,
Bold is my witness, my companion is true.
My trust and salvation, pulse strong and pure
To illuminate pathways, lead forward the doomed.
Melodious are your victories; so picturesque, the view...
By faith alone, my heart is soaring,
Strong arms carry me home.

Obscure as a puzzle, pieces chosen and carefully placed,
Perfection upon completion. Satisfaction. All pieces fit.
A scene preservation worthy; and we're unworthy to see,
Sing praise for forgiveness and for words spoken and true,
Grace unleashed in abundance,
to the meek and humble, troubled or doomed.
By faith alone, my heart is soaring,
Strong arms carry me home.

We are seeking, and He is calling,
and every heart needs to hear:
Eyes are opened when doors are answered,
The completed puzzle is now in view.
Not bound to a gallery, for no wall could contain,
Majestic beauty spilling over, flowing colors of his love.
Awed before this vision, words seem inadequate to express,
So I bow in silent worship, to the God that is such as this.

By Candace Huffmaster © 2006

We invite you to come and see our artwork exhibited within Tula Art Center Atrium

Gallery of Truth

Your beauty amazes me and your love lifts me up,
Stronger and strengthened are my body and mind.
In you I have confidence to accomplish your will,
Knowing the battlefield was drawn in the sand
Of time unwavering... completing your plan.
We are the hues of your color wheel,
Combinations of brilliance, stroked by your hand,
Intense or calming with precision and skill,
The master of the imagined, no hesitation do I feel.
Each second, each thought, I see the wonder of your mind,
Flowing like the pigment from bristles so fine.
The complexity of formation, the soft, gentle strokes,
Beauty unfolding: amazingly so.
To be part of a creation, so loved and understood,
Knowing the artist has a vision to complete,
A change with excitement, each day to unfold,
Knowing the adventure is his story untold.
I believe in his vision, I trust in his plan,
With fervor I push forward, knowing in time I will understand.
When hard times feel heavy, I cling to his hand,
Drink in his wisdom... listen to his plan.
He speaks of such beauty and a love that is so pure,
Like the honesty in a portrait filled with trouble overcome.
The beauty of the journey written on the face,
The embrace of the family who saw it all through,
The hands on the shoulders saying we understand,
Life is not perfect but it is the perfect plan.
I drink in the memories and shed no more tears,
With a true sense of calm and deep need to hear
The burden of others to show them my hope
And to teach of his vision and guide with his love,
Our portraits are evolving; the gallery in place,
Our plaque, engraved, there reserving our space.
The artist still perfecting the final masterpiece,
We will all walk the gallery in awe of his skill.
Praising his patience to develop what is true,
The journey of fulfillment, no moment cut short,
Those smiles: beams of victory, their peace is for good.
Their touches express their confidence that these ties will bind
All of them together throughout their eternal joy ride.
By Candace Huffmaster