A day like today calls for beauty seeking.
Once, He sculpted with words and it was good.
From the dirty, unlovely dust was His masterpiece made.
Oh, to have seen the Artist at work.
From the dirty, unlovely dust was His masterpiece made.
Oh, to have seen the Artist at work.
From the smelly, lowly stable man was saved.
I wish I could have been witness to these things.
I wish I could have been witness to these things.
But perhaps....
Is it possible?
I want to witness what beauty can be made from the dust.
I want to see evidence of his life-giving breathe.
His breathe stirs up life and Life is what I need today.
9 comments:
Um...gorgeous.
In awe of the beauty of His creation that you captured- the curly little flower parts we miss in our haste.
Our Creator!!!!!!!! Awesome
our awesome God leaves me speechless!!! oh how i could share the beauty of my garden with you... poppys and beardtongue (sp errors:)are in bloom!
blessings to you!
-Bobbi
oh and can you come to cleveland to teach me how to crochet!!!
Praying for you.
I look forward every day to check in to your posts. Don't know you, but love you. You inspire me, comfort me and make me smile. I think of you and your family often.
lovely.
hope all is well with your family's new adventure.
He is the Father of life! May the beautiful evidence you captured be a balm.
Beautiful.
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