Declaration of God's Glory...

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

 

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