Who is the artist that walks the land
With a palette and paintbrush in His hand?
Softly He came one starry night,
Tireless working till morning light.
Woodlands and fields, the meadows green,
Transformed by His hand to an Autumn scene.
He highlights His work with the sun's mellow rays,
Gently dissolving the early morning haze.
Above it He stretches an endless blue sky,
Capturing migrating birds flying by.
A perfect picture of peace o'er the land
Created with love by His Master's hand.
Regina Wiencek
4 comments:
He is quite the artist~!
Good Evening Connie...thank you for sharing...just beautiful! Simple Blessings ♥ Teri
Beautiful poem, a new one to me!
Oh, I love that poem! Thanks for sharing it.
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