Saturday, November 2, 2013

Of Masterpieces and Mortality

 For more Masterpieces see here 
or song below.

Oh, Artist of each season
Thy canvas sky and sod
Only a fool can see and yet
Deny that You are God

No man can match Your beauty
Each frame a Master-piece
Spring, summer, fall and winter
Portray Your awesomeness

Oh, Painter without parchment
We bow beneath Your brush
The God of earth and Heaven
Will never forsake us

© Janet Martin

 The fool says in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt, their deeds are vile; Ps. 14:1  


Wishing you a wonderful, worshipful week-end!


  1. The image is gorgeous, the words so wise.

  2. On a morning such as that one was even a lowly thistle is crowned in silver glory!


Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!