The Master Painter
He paints the color of the sky
when morning breaks, when eve draws nigh,
when storms their angry shadows cast –
as dark of night descends
Creates with splendor, skies ablaze…
and with a touch divides the rays;
and sends them to the darkest place,
His light the shadows to erase
Would that I could see the hand
that with a stroke brought forth the land
and at His word, the sea and sky,
forests, rivers, and mountains high
But his fullness veiled, now till my death;
The giver of all life and breath
Yet still… with eyes of faith I see,
The glory of His majesty
And on Him my hope and trust I’ve laid
The One by whom all things were made
Received via: Stephen D Hare
© 2002
Lovely post. He is the giver of all life and breath' caught my attention.
Psalm 100. It is HE who has made us and not we ourselves. Mortality cannot create Immortality. Thank you.
You're so very welcome, bleujay! And thank you for your kind response and comment. It is our awareness of the reality of His sovereignty as our Maker and sustainer that rights our perspective. "Can the clay say to the Potter, "Why have you made me thus?".
Thanks so much for your comment Bleujay - 10 months ago! It seems I would do well to pop in here alot more often. Did you see my latest poem, "Hidden From View" ?
Thank you for the note....wordimager.
Very kind of you....bleujay will have a look.
Perhaps the tag christian-trail will be of assistance in viewership and votes.
Lovely poems glorifying Christ........thank you.
Wishing you and yours all the best. Cheers.
This is so beautiful and deep! Great job.
Thanks! Acutally one of my favorites that I can recite from memory. That was one of those that just wrote itself, so-to-speak. I went through a season from 2002 to 05 when I wrote the bulk of my poetry. The Lord has inspired a good number of poems since, but nothing like the volume during that 3 year season. I appreciate your comment.