The Master Painter

This poem defines the true source of all my inspiration

The Master Painter

He paints the color of the sky
when morning breaks, when eve draws nigh,
when storms their angry shadows cast –
as dark of night descends

Creates with splendor, skies ablaze…
and with a touch divides the rays;
and sends them to the darkest place,
His light the shadows to erase

Would that I could see the hand
that with a stroke brought forth the land
and at His word, the sea and sky,
forests, rivers, and mountains high

But his fullness veiled, now till my death;
The giver of all life and breath
Yet still… with eyes of faith I see,
The glory of His majesty

And on Him my hope and trust I’ve laid
The One by whom all things were made

Written by: Stephen D Hare
Copyright © 2002