[Christian Based Poetry - Don't Read If You Get Offended]
Its a beautiful place - This world we call our own,
It's filled with many things and every kind of life.
This place we call home - This place we call Earth.
The home of mortals,
Beneath the heavenly sky.
The Holy place that's been around longer than you or I.
Heaven - Holy place,
Where our Lord resides.
Above the lands we walk about - Even higher than space itself.
This galaxy he created - so big and wide,
Covered in shapes and colors.
The Lord is an Artist,
And the world is his Canvas.
The colors he brought into this world,
Fill everything in vibrance and delight.
All the things you see in this glorious sight.
From the stars of space,
To the grass,
Sea and sky.
A perfect mixture of everything,
The way we see the world.
Green grass,
Blue skies and seas,
Yellow sun with the glowing moon and stars.
The sunset before night,
As the world goes from dusk til' dawn.
Morning from Night,
This world is always shining bright.
When the sun is down and all goes dark,
The Lord still finds a way,
To make it shine like day,
And make it unique in its own special way.
I love the colors and changes of the world.
I love what it shows and everything left to know,
It consumes me,
It brings me delight,
It radiates with its vibrant coloring and calls to me,
It mesmerizes me,
Even just to think,
Every sight I've seen and to Imagine what more is in store for me,
Nature in all its glory.
Colors and textures of everything looks so wonderful for my eyes to see,
But not everyone does.
Or gets the chance to see,
Everything the way I can see,
There's colors all around.
No matter where I may be.
We can't escape it,
Never change it,
And it never gets old.
I could stare at my Lord's creations for Eternity,
If he'd let me.
I could spend all day gazing at the sky and all things that surround me.
The sun in my face,
The wind in my hair,
The thought Imagination can take you anywhere,
It all excites me,
The thought you and me get the privilege to see and share this experience.
To be part of His creation,
And live inside his greatest masterpiece.
The Lord is an Artist,
And the world is his Canvas.
We each live every day to the fullest,
So we each may see.
The Beauty and Power of his Majesty.
The way he created this world.
As each day passes away,
So do the sceneries he creates.
Everyday is a brand new canvas for his creations,
As the day changes.
As time goes by,
He secretly waves his paintbrush and redesigns.
So everything's not always the same,
He adds a little spice to this world's insides.
The Lord is an Artist,
And the world is his Canvas.
He shapes and molds everything to his liking.
Everyday he creates a new canvas to show off to us,
So all can see as we live each day.
He shows us his might and beauty,
Though we don't always see it.
Most don't notice,
But it doesn't matter,
Because no matter what we do,
He will Always leave an Empty Canvas Open Just For you!
The Lord is an Artist,
And the world is his Canvas.
A sight to see for you and me.
Thank You Great King!
For making a masterpiece I will always see.
The Lord is an Artist,
And the world is his Canvas.
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Created on October 31, 2012
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