Masterpiece Maker

Hung upon the frame of Ages

Streams each masterpiece from God

Heaven’s handiwork assuages

Heart and soul, sky, sea and sod

Winter, spring, summer and autumn

Adhere to Creator’s law

Masterpieces by the thousand

Startle spectators with awe

Dawn is never bent or broken

Worship spills where eyes applaud

Mercy magnifies its token

With each masterpiece from God

Who but He can color skylines?

Who but He can tint the seas?

Who but God with naught but thought paints

Masterpieces with such ease

Wrung upon the walls of hillsides

Hung upon yon halls of blue

Flung upon meadow and mountain

Strung in diamond-drops of dew

Whisper, thunder, over, under

God spills wonder all around

Where-so-ever we may wander

Masterpieces can be found

© Janet Martin

 “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?
    Tell me, if you understand.

Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!
    Who stretched a measuring line across it? 

 On what were its footings set,
    or who laid its cornerstone— 

 while the morning stars sang together
    and all the angels shouted for joy?

Job 38:4-7