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