He paints out of love
He make colors out of compassion
Atlast! Empty vast now is painted
He make all things possible
Who have been thought?
That a dark filled place gets blazed
That an empty worthless things, to Him matters
He gives value of what we thought is worthless
He gives life to all that seems dead
No word can express His greatness
Nor adjective will describe His amazing art
But how can it be that an awesome painter like Him knows me?
I am astounded by His majesty.
How does He makes that very wide sea?
How did He make all the grasses dance?
How does He feed the ants?
How did He made that Aurora Borealis?
How does He made the galaxies painted?
That skies out there?
Oh, the rainbows?
The crabs?
The leaves?
The Painter made all this things amazingly.
Still, He choose to made me
I was just totally amazed from time to time
The Creator of three hundred billion stars
Thousands of galaxies
Eight planets
The entire universe
You know what really melts my heart ?
This Painter calls me
He knew my name
He protects me
He heals me
He values me
He keeps me
He treasures me
Among all, He loves me more than the failures I've made.
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The Painter of all
PoetryIt is a poem written a long time ago by her. It is her all time favorite piece among all. She always reminds of herself of how awesome God is. And how loving He is as a Father.
