The beginning speaks of time,
Of how space and matter had to align. This is not God in disguise but God glorified.
For creation speaks he that hath an ear and a eye.
The sky is the canvas and God paints you and I.
God paints
Beauty in my brokenness.
Glory in my suffering.
Strength in my weaknesses.
He loves like a wildfire
And feels like the wind.
When he surrounds us with his presence, who can enter?
In the greatness of all glory, power and majesty.
Will rocks cry out before me
And the mouths of babes speak for me?
But God paints the sky
And watches his children come to life.
In awe and wonder and grace
Just for us to give him praise.
