How like a God of glory to remind us who He is
Upon a canvas none can reach to touch and thus defile...
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Ps.19:1
Ps.19:1
The colors of the sky hung o’er the holy march of hours
Appeases, teases restless eyes; we gaze awestruck at art
Of day-to-day and night-to-night like a garden of flow’rs
Rousing with age-old splendor renewed wonder to the heart
If threaded bit by bit upon a string its shades would stun
The master jewelers of this world, for who can snare in
stone
Saffron, chartreuse, slate, blush rose or garnet and gold of
dawn
The ebony of midnight and the sapphire of high noon
God tips the grail of mist-kissed veil, of pewter raindrop
jars
Beneath the heath of heaven we fumble with day-to-days
While night-to-night we marvel at a meadowland of stars
After the wester sky soft-dies and tenders twilight’s blaze
How like a God of glory to remind us who He is
Upon a canvas none can reach to touch and thus defile
But as a Grandly symbol of His boundless tenderness
He spills the colors of his love into a sky-wide smile
© Janet Martin
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