Here’s a couple of drafts that could have potentially been in a poem. I might make this into a series.
I’m walking on a canvas.
I’m the man you script.
Redeemed by the Master craftsman of carpentry.
I’m carving out doors from the same floorboards He worked for.
To know there’s God’s grace when I do dirt.
I’m announcing “good news” like Farnsworth.
Comment below which excerpt was your favorite.