When in the morning my day
begins and I look upon the sky,
my heart sings with
praises for the Master Artist from on High.
I am awed by the perfect
blue coated in a tranquil shade,
also with the scattered
clouds, billowy and full or soft with fade.
You will never find one
day meet the next with the same painting.
It often changes by the
hour with effects remarkably captivating.
From the moment I gaze
skyward, I am serenely mesmerized.
A grander portrait you
will not find more pleasing to the eyes.
Sometimes the Artist casts
a fresh backdrop bathed in smoky gray.
How skillful is His talent
to blend tones in such harmonious array!
In the eve, He carefully
dims His canvas for the night,
Then wakes it the
following morn with an emanating rainbow of light.
Worthy of my worship is
this Artist who designs the sky by His hand!
The colors themselves are
obedient to His every command.
My lord, Master Artist,
when at last I join You in Heaven upon High,
will You allow me the
pleasure to watch You while You paint the
sky?