The Master's Brush
Picture: wind chaos on Jupiter|
Colour the wind...the wind blue
and now the sun...the sun rose.
A rainbow palette to paint the sky,
will I paint it right, do you suppose?
Sunsets vermilion, cyclamen, gold,
daubed on by the Master's brush.
Try as I may I cannot achieve
perfection of an innocent blush.
Admitting defeat, I abandon the brush
in favour of poetic words,
describing creation as best I may,
my country, my people, my birds.
Our father loves it when we write
in praise of His creation,
to bring Him honour, glory and praise,
in earnest appreciation.
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