| No Finer Artist Then thee |
| As I stand on my balcony toward days end.... I watch as the masters hand doth blend... Many colors swirled with magnificent hue... ever constantly changing golden rays of sun glowing through... As I stop to admire the delicate petal of a beautiful flower... I am astounded as my eyes gaze upon his delightful artistry power.. a tiny drop of dew glistens to lend to the fresh glow.. each petal delictely laced with patterns no human could know. The mighty wonders of his great mountains that supremely tower... towards the skys they strongly stand with great rugged power! Then still more lies beyong what the necked eye and see... microscopic strokes are painted astounding you and me! His work daily changing for all his children on earth to behold... We can see the presence of God everywhere... in his works of art so beautifully bold! Written by Lora Hurd All rights reserved ~*HOME*~ |