Immaculate Embellishments

 When my son heard me hit the snooze button this morning he came into my room and said, 'Mom, you might not want to do that or you'll miss an amazing sun-rise'. I was in the yard  in 30 seconds flat!...this is a pale reprint of the 'real deal'. My cheapy-camera cannot pick up the deep reds of sunrises or sunsets. Yes, the sun-rise was AWESOME!...thank-you, Matthew:)

The colors of His brush

Ten-thousand shades imbue

As waking pastures blush

With heaven-tinted dew

The mien of earthly boast

Falls dumbly on the hour

As whispers of His uttermost

Rends midnight’s muted bower

‘Neath mercy’s vaulted flame

Another day of grace

Forgives our sordid shame

And spills from His embrace

He stirs within our hearts

The zeal to carry on

As His consummate art

Embellishes the dawn

We lift our calloused gaze

Soundless, His paintbrush moves

As His immaculate blaze

Our vain ineptness proves

The rush of heaven-seas

Astounds earth's hill and rill

The grace of centuries

Compels us to be still

© Janet Martin

He could simply probe the day into being without wondrous measure

but He spills His glory for mankind's humble pleasure...
and as reminders that this is not an isolated globe
We reach with thankfulness to touch His robe.