God was sitting on His throne one rainy afternoon
All was quiet in His realm, nothing much to do
He listened to the pitter patter of tiny raindrops
Echoing up to heaven from the earth below
He listened very closely, waiting patiently
For all the countless prayers to flow
He winkled up His brow angels stood near
But all was quiet not a single prayer did he hear
He walked to the edge of heaven
To see why His children hadn’t knelt in prayer
To ask Him for a million needless things
That would never bring them happiness in life
Or bring them to the gates of heaven
They focused on the things that only brought them strife
Making God and afterthought until sadness came
And then they knelt in prayer calling out His name
They hadn’t counted all things beautiful
He had sent on their behalf … or even
Listened for His still small voice in the quite time
And never read the words He had wrote upon each heart
Of the love He had for each repenting soul
They hadn’t even noticed nature’s works of art
They didn’t see the sunsets and all the colorful hue
Not even the picture cloud formations in His sky so blue
God had sent them so many blessings
But not one single thank you came
He walked back to the throne
Wandering how He’d fill His time
And why His children had abandoned Him
And why He heard no church bells chime
He wondered if they noticed how the moon wane and waxed
With no prayers to answer, He got his paints and relaxed
God decided to paint a pretty garden in a place that needed color
Then opened up His paint box and looked down below
He saw a drought dried landscape that needed a painter’s touch
With a single wave of His brush many colors he did bestow
God finished his painting, stood back admiring his handy work
He noticed that knees were bending and heads bowing low
Silent prayers were filtering up from the earth’s silent hush
Because eyes had seen a miracle growing wild and lush
God smiled down upon His children in the heat of the day
Their hearts now full with awe and thankfulness
For the miracle they had witnessed with their own eyes
Even though He knew their feet would again take the pathway of sin
And set their minds once more on earthly pleasures instead of prayer
They would dance with the devil and allowing demons in
They’d soon forget the miracle witnessed on this rainy afternoon
But God is patient and will bless those sleeping beneath His yellow moon
God sat again upon his throne and bask in the sweetness
Of this moment’s heartfelt prayers lifting from the earth
And sent down more blessings for every single word
He closed up His paint box and the angles saw him smile
A little rest and relaxation had soothed the Creators brow
They knew God would walk each child’s last mile
All the angels had stood and watched God’s amazing hand
Painting a garden on the earth from a drought dried wasteland
He gives hope to the hopeless and sight to the blind
Healing all their ills, cushioning their feet down the rocky road
God sent His only Son to die on the cross of pain
To take their sins upon himself and wipe away their tears
And walk beside them through heaven’s gates
To the promise land and take away all their fears
Yes God sent His Son to live in each repented heart
And keep their spirits evolving into amazing works of art
Nancy Lee Shrader resides in Beckley, West Virginia. She is author of three books IS IT NOW? The End of Days! IS HE MESSIAH? Messianic Prophecies Revealed! And The Curse of Mayweather House Nancy Lee .. more..