White as Snow

We used to build big snowmen
When young and full of fun
Our imaginations were on fire
We rolled the balls real big
And set them one by one
We always wanted to go so mush higher

Abominable was not our aim
With this massive man of snow
We hoped that it would be a work of art
We did all that we could
To make it look real good
Carrot, buttons, scarf and a top hat

If your really want that something
That defines unpleasantness
Something much worse than gruesome men of snow
Then simply turn your back
To the mercy Jesus shows
When life is over pain is all you’ll know

Right now it’s not too late
To avoid hell’s horrid fire
And a future so abominable
Just give your heart to Jesus
Ask forgiveness for your sins
He’ll make your heart as white as snow

 

 

 

In response to the daily prompt https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/10/your-daily-word-prompt-Abominable-august-10th-2018/

The Painting

The old man didn’t know
If he had one more painting in him
Or what his shaky fingers could do
He had painted many things
Through the years so long ago
That now he could not figure what to choose
Then he looked out of his window
To see a bright sunset
And he knew this was a moment not to lose
He prepared his canvas well
Set his tripod on the hill
And decided to just let his fingers loose

The young man stood there weeping
At the graveside of his father
Who had passed away so swiftly in the night
For years they’d been apart
And just lately Dad had called him
And wanted to make sure he was all right
For the next few weeks they talked and talked
And grew quite close again
And the future started looking very bright
And as he stood there in the twilight
Tears flowed down his face as he fought
The hurt and anger at his plight.

God paints the sunset every day
A million different colors
Changing hue from ray to ray
And the beauty he creates
Cannot be matched by any man
Because every evening sunset
Is a gift that God created
To please the eye of every single man

The old man finished painting
And he laid down his brush
Then he heard a voice he hadn’t heard for years
The voice of God spoke softly
That he should write a note
And place it with the picture he held near
God instructed him to take the picture
To the local store
With the note neatly tucked in to the rear
And give the painting to a man
Who walked into the store with eyes
That had been filled with tears

The young man wandered aimlessly
Through the streets of town
Not knowing what direction he would go
When he happened in the store
Where the owner stood there smiling
The picture in his arms was his to show
And the tears once again
Welled inside the young man’s eyes
As he saw the painting staring out so bold
He could not believe what the painting
Of the sunset right before him
So looked it over once and one time more.

God paints the sunset every day
A million different colors
Changing hue from ray to ray
And the beauty he creates
Cannot be matched by any man
Because every evening sunset
Is a gift that God created
To please the eye of every single man

The young man finally spoke
And asked where this painting had come from
It was a sunset he had seen before
And the owner answered back
He had recently received it
Just 5 days had passed since he was done
The young man saw the sunset
That was there on the day
He last said my goodbye’s to my Dad
He’d been trying to find something
To remember him forever
And now this painting came into life

Now the owner said just wait
This picture is for you
No charge because it’s from the masters hand
And he handed him the note
That was penned upon completion
Of the painting of that sunset days before
As the young man read the note
The tears started flowing
A sob or two came forth amid the joy
And he read aloud in broken voice
The words the note contained
And the shop keeper just bowed his head in thanks

I painted this sunset just for you today
Knowing that your heart was full of pain
As you look upon its beauty
Just remember that I love you
For only God can paint the sunset just for you.

God paints the sunset every day
A million different colors
Changing hue from ray to ray
And the beauty he creates
Cannot be matched by any man
Because every evening sunset
Is a gift that God created
To please the eye of every single man

 

Loops, Groups or Cute?

I remember when my kids were young
As they drew they would stick out their tongue
It would waggle and squirm
As the each took a turn
To drag different colors along

One of them scribbled in groups
Another just made little loops
The third one would move
The pencils so smooth
They’d meander so it looked cute

Our lives can are much the same
In groups or in loops or quite tame
But with Jesus along
My heart sings a song
I’ll never meander again

 

In response to the daily prompt Meander