It's March and
Spring is showing off!
The array of
colorful tulips are dotting flower beds, The beautiful yellow buttercups and daffodils,
touched with tones of yellow, orange,
and white, have almost disappeared.
Pink, red, and white azaleas
are beginning to show their colors.
The trees are budding, preparing for their new window dressings.
When God created
this great universe, He lovingly gave us so many wonders to see every day.
The seasons are
given special creative touches.
I
recognize Summer when I feel the warmth grow hotter, yet I enjoy the
butterflies donned with hairstreaks of black, yellow, and emperor purple.
I enjoy the bluebirds, busily feeding their
off springs.
I am in awe when Fall
follows, and the trees give out a host of oranges, reds, and yellow just before losing their colorful clothing, followed by Winter which
shows off a silhouette of bare branches beneath a clear blue sky.
There is no way I
can began to describe the natural beauty that the Creator gave us when He
formed this world or even the daily, loving tender care the Gardener performs daily. Not only does He continue to care for His
creation through the weather changes with refreshing rains, summer droughts,
and winter snows, but He cares for me.
He prunes me daily,
preparing me for His work.
It is up to
me to love Him back, do a work for Him, put on my coat of many colors - spread my wings and fly.
The Beginning
The canvas was blank, void
of any light,
Then the artist covered it
with a frosting of white.
He added colors; some
orange, green, and blue;
From there, the picture
grew.
Behold! The division between
earth and sky-
It was going to be a masterpiece
for the human eye.
There were lakes, rivers, seas,
and ocean,
And the waves rose up in
motion.
The earth was filled with
grass and trees;
All as beautiful as the
great blue seas.
The canvas was splashed in
colors of every hue;
There was day and night, yet
He wasn't through.
He stroked in the stars, the
moon, and the sun,
But still He was not done.
The artist's hands added
life of every form;
There were seasons. both
cold and warm.
In His touch beauty sprang
forth
From the east, west, south
and the north.
This was a picture interwoven
from His heart and soul.
Nothing was He going to
withhold.
He painted sunrays,
moonbeams, and stars shining bright.
He painted and stroked to
make it just right;
This masterpiece, He was
painting with love-
Giving all life would be
unworthy of.
A piece of art created by
the Master's hand;
A canvas covered with all He
had planned.
Mary Crisp Jameson
"And God saw every
thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the
morning were the sixth day." Geneses 1:31
