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At His word, a soft dusky haze infilltrates the heavens.
As the sun begins her journey-
Sinking slowly below the brim of the horizon.
The world grows quiet with anticipation of the work to come.

He sweeps His brush with vibrant shades across the sky,
Infusing the colors with His gentle hand.
And splashing soft clouds streaked
Like a mare's tail blowing in the warm evening breeze.
He paints the sky.

He raises His hand and in one brief moment
The world swells majesticly in unison-one sweet song.
He pushes the swift wind across the trees
And a soft breezy melody graces the forest.

At His whim, the deep blue pounding waves of the sea
Crash violently upon the shore with a rhythem all their own.
And the cool waters on land babble quietly to themselves
As they swiftly flow over the well worn rocks that sparkle like gems.
He makes nature sing.

He turns His mighty head to the land and sea,
And with a loud joyous laugh He brings life.
The fish and dolphins speck the playful foamy waves,
Darting gracefully to and fro, bounding gleefully from air to water.

They seem to endlessly fly like the birds-
Masters of the heavens, expertly rising, falling, soaring.
Their sleek, strong bodies whip through the clouds
As the animals below upon the warm earth frolic for the first time.
He makes the animals dance.

A hush falls as the master grasps soft earth in His hands.
He lovingly and tenderly forms it, shapes it.
He fearfully and wonderfully creates one after His own image.
One to rule this profound and new world.

One to be in awe of the heavens, jewled by His mighty hand.
One to marvel at the songs to deep for ears to comprehend.
One to laugh in joy at the magnificent dance, choreographed by the master Himself.
One to thrive in the abundant love of the Father for all time.
He writes the poetry of our lives.