Rich

I see the painter linger

His brush poised in the air

He silently is pondering

What this piece will declare

Out there on the horizon

The sun is sinking down

All colors of the rainbow

Can in the clouds be found

Anything the painter draws

Is only a pastiche

Of God’s own great creation

His images are rich

Rich in beauty far beyond

What brush strokes can attain

Rich in all His glorious ways

Shining once again

The painter starts to paint again

His brush strokes slow and calm

He knows this painting will reflect

The beauty of the Lord

In response to the daily prompt

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/your-daily-word-prompt-pastiche-july-5th-2018/

Beautiful Morn

Did you see the stars last night
Shining so bright
A beautiful sight

Did you hear the birds sweet song
Flying along
To see the dawn

What a beautiful morn has been given
From God a gift of love
What a glorious way to greet us
As we rise and look above

Have you lifted up your voice
Let us rejoice
Let us rejoice

Lift your eyes to se His face
Giving Him praise
Giving Him praise

What a beautiful morn has been given
From God a gift of love
What a glorious way to greet us
As we rise and look above

Wonder of wonders is all around
Beckoning us to see
How much He wants us to live life
Full of grace and peace

What a beautiful morn has been given
From God a gift of love
What a glorious way to greet us
As we rise and look above

One More of Me

Some days I get so busy
With all the words He gives
The Holy Spirit speaks to me
To let me know I’m His

When I seem to lag behind
In my chores around the house
i wish I had a doppleganger
Just to help me out

He could do the needed things
To make my living sweet
While I take time to listen close
And hear the Master speak

It’s then I’ll hear Him whisper
These little rhymes of mine
Then I will write them down for you
And keep them for all time

In response to the daily prompt Doppelgänger

Return to Jesus

i was raised on Jesus
The church a second home
Throughout my high school years
i hardly ever roamed

I then got into crowds
That drew me far away
And i became a rebel
To sin I deeply strayed

But Jesus kept on calling
Throughout those rebel years
Til finally I returned to Him
And shedded many tears

He never will give up on us
He always wants pur hearts
If you have fallen far away
I pray that you’ll restart

Restart your trust in Jesus
He’s always by your side
Restart your trip to heaven
With Him you will abide

In response to the daily prompt Rebel

Mercy Washed Over Me

It’s mercy that called me
Mercy that saved me
Mercy that changed my life
Once I was lost
Now I am found
Mercy washed over me

Dirty and tired from the trials of life
My path seemed always uphill
Never a momemt of peace or  joy
Only some temporal thrills
Often I found myself wandering
Sometimes I thought I was drowning
Life was a game
Of troubles and pain
I was stuck without a way out

Determined to better my future
I looked for a way more secure
Thoroughly drained from my prevoius ways
I was anything but pure
I’d given up hope of resolving
The whirlpool where I was revolving
Bent out of shape
Hope had escaped
How could I get turned about

Then His love came in
Washed away my sin
Gave me peace I never had known
Oh the depth of love
That came down from above
His grace has made me whole

It’s mercy that called me
Mercy that saved me
Mercy that changed my life
Once I was lost
Now I am found
Mercy washed over me