Amazing Work of Art

 

An Amazing Work of Art   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 Author: Nancy Lee Shrader   By nannalee   © 2008 nannalee (All rights reserved)

 

Reviews

[Adelia Alighieri]

It's exceptional!! Terrific!!!
May God bless us all!

[C.T. Bailey]

Terrific write. I was reminded of the Judges cycle from the book of the same name. A great reminder to give thanks to a mericful creator!
CT

[Helena]

You have painted a masterpiece with your talented pen here.
This was perfectly beautiful Nancy. Each stanza was
a sparkling diamond.

Thanks for sharing your lovely words...

Unfortunately I couldn't get the video to work, but will
try again later.


Helena :)