"Father, I Stretch My Hands" is a powerful visual prayer, capturing the raw innocence and spiritual yearning of a child reaching upward, both in surrender and in hope. With eyes closed and arms extended toward the heavens, the young figure stands at the center of a whirlwind of color, symbolizing both internal emotion and divine presence. The gesture echoes the familiar gospel refrain, invoking faith not as performance, but as a deeply personal act of connection between earthly struggle and sacred strength. Set against an abstract background of radiant purples, fiery oranges, and soothing teals, the piece mirrors the chaotic beauty of life and the unseen hands that guide us through it. The vibrancy suggests that even in confusion, there's clarity; even in noise, there's stillness. Father, I Stretch My Hands honors the spiritual legacy passed through generations in Black communities—the belief that even the smallest among us hold a sacred line to something greater. This painting is not just a moment—it’s a reminder that grace meets us where we are, especially when our arms are lifted in faith.