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 GOD'S PAINTING
A bright blue sky far overhead,
With fluffy
clouds that race,
And sometimes join together
just To show a
stormy face.
Wide rivers on a journey
that Can never
know an end,
Nor ever give away what lies
In wait
around the bend.
Great trees that grow so very tall,
As if
to reach the sky,
And leaves that rustle softly
there,
When wind goes blowing by.
The flowers peeking
through green grass
In every shade and hue;
The sweetness of
wild berries picked
While fresh with morning dew.
I wonder
at the time that's left
For me to drink my fill
Of God's
great works and artistry,
Thus painted at his will.
And
should tomorrow be the day
My eyes are closed in rest,
Weep
not for me -- for
I have seen God's painting at its best.
© 2002 Loree (Mason) O’Neil
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