Poetry

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Pastel colours flood the sky,
Quietly filling the land
With swirls of paint from His palette,
A work of The Artist’s hand.

Colours change as the scene unfolds
With divine inspired dimension,
What a mighty brush He freely wields
To capture our attention.

Each day He paints, as the seasons turn
Through winter, spring and fall,
While man looks on and seeks to learn
The origin of it all!

Quietly Beautifully, nature
Undaunted in its sole task,
Turns your attention to its Creator
His gift of grace to ask.

When I consider the heavens far
The work of His mighty hand,
The wonder of the moon and stars,
How excellent is His name

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