Friends are like paintbrushes,
All different shapes, sizes, textures, fibers.
They produce contrasting strokes and effects.
They are the tools that create,
Each used to paint pieces of my portrait.
I do not hold the brushes or choose the colors,
No, only the Master can make those decisions.
Only He knows what the final project will express.
I am only the blank paper,
Waiting to absorb the chosen color,
Soaking up every ounce of paint
And longing to see what I will be!
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