My canvas and my inkwells

I look at my canvas, He gave me the best.
I look at my inkwells, He said they'd never run dry
But standing between my canvas and a mirror
I gaze at my reflection in the mirror
on my face is the look of horror
I look back at my canvas and I freeze dead in my tracks!
My hands start to shake
Shivers run down my spine
My eyes are flooded with tears.....

Let me tell you my story.....

Once, my master created a masterpiece-me
He smiled and beat his chest because he had created me
Yes, me
But he gave me a fine canvas and gave me ink wells that never run dry
I was to paint my life, my all on my canvas
That was all I had-one canvas.....
 I look at my reflection on the mirror and I go back with my ink on my canvas
'My love, paint whatever you desire', those words encourage me.
I do my best
This must be the best


Now....
I look at my canvas and although I just started,
I want to erase everything clean
What I imagined I never was able to paint on my canvas
What I see(his masterpiece) and what I have painted(my mediocrity) are  totally opposite

I turn to my master
I tell my master,
Lead Lord, let me follow
All the intricate details of my life, you know
So guide me
I dont want to be average
I won't sit down, cross my legs and drink beverage

I want to paint a beautiful story
My life must be for your glory
My beautiful story
My life, my canvas, my inkwells that never run dry😌