A Soul Picture by N. Kirkendall

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Mar 12, 1912

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 39, No. 11.

A Soul Picture

By N. Kirkendall

To-day I painted a picture; My brush was the brush of the soul. It needed no master artist, For faith led the way to the goal.

My canvas was stretched in the heavens, My palette was fashioned of straw, A lowly pallet its pattern, That the shepherds of Bethlehem saw.

My colors were mixed by His wisdom, Their shade held the tint of His wo; But their light held the blessing of Heaven, And the joys that eternity know.

The crown of my wonderful picture Was a crown of heartrending thorn; Yet out of the depths of its anguish My love and my life were new born.

The light of my beautiful picture Was the glorious light of the soul. My Saviour brought it from heaven, And faith led the way to the goal.