The Master Artist

Just for us You paint the sky,

As I look in wonder, why?

Here I stand far below,

Yet You hang a canvas to show.

It tells me of Your Majesty,                           

Glorious in splendor,

The heavens do declare,

If only we will gaze there!

The sun comes out of its chamber,

Its rising is cause for joy.

Another dawn is springing forth,

New mercies are flowing down.

The heavens make a declaration,

As men hurry here and there.

Some will see, many will not,

Today’s gift of the Master Artist.

March 2, 2026

Hartville, Ohio

6:48 a.m.