As the sun crept into view
across the still, dark Eastern sky
I stood watching in awe His creation
as shades of pink and orange yellowed hues
merged like fingers across the high.
The dawning of a new day,
Painted by the finger of God,
and I thought how wondrous His works of art.
And I wondered all the things He can do
with a picture not yet finished, like the canvas of my life
with all its imperfections, sins and flaws
marring the obstructed view
But the Master Artist created in me
not a perfect canvas, but one like a new day’s dawn
that would be touched by the strokes of the Master,
an image of Him made new.
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Joyce E. Mannhalter © 2020
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