Nothing is mine. You put everything in from my eyes to my hands. Nothing I’ve done has been because of me.
You have always been there, taking care of the letter or softer sound, taking care of any potential idea.
I’m just a creature that you created to deliver secrets, smiles, talents, gifts.
You hide to make us shine, but that’s because you’re a gentleman.
Our dose of ego is strong… but deep inside we know that everything belongs to you.
Everything good and bad comes from you. My “I” is nothing. You are the master and lover of my being.
You have blown the greatest gift: the breath of life to move and be that pure expression of beauty.
Leave your hiding place Creator! Leave it to see you and love you!