Miscolored

Purple trees against a green sky
Polka dot clouds passing by
Red grass covers the ground
A barking dog makes not a sound

I float above the ground so light
My arms spread out and I take flight
Above the tallest mushrooms soar
The alligators cheer and roar

Is this my imagination
Or unfettered fascination
With things that just can’t be
Things I know I’ll never see

But in this world where truth is rare
There is one truth that I can share
Jesus love you this I know
For the bible tells me so

 

In response to the daily prompt Imagination

He Gave the Trees

I can look in awesome wonder
At the miracle of nature
Knowing flowers grow from tiny little seeds,
And that season after season
When the petals bloom in splendor
The whole cycle is entrusted to the bees

I can marvel at the way the leaves
Are changed to brilliant colors
As they slowly fall upon the frosty ground
But I’ll never understand the man
Who looks at all this master plan
And insists that proof of God cannot be found

He gave the trees
To color His creation.
He gave the stars
To brighten up the sky
He gave us senses
To enjoy each wonder he has made.
Who am I to doubt He’s there,
Who am I

With our eyes we see the brilliance
Of the bright stars in the heavens
As their light glows from a distance far away
With our ears we hear the chirping
Of a bird so sweetly singing
In a melody that’s far beyond compare

With our nose we smell the fresh rain
And our mouths enjoy the sweet grain
That the earth brings forth on each and every day
But it’s hard to understand a man
Whose body holds this master plan
And insists that God’s not with us day to day

He gave the trees
Tto color His creation.
He gave the stars
To brighten up the sky
He gave us senses
To enjoy each wonder he has made
Who am I
To doubt His wondrous plan
That was formed
By the master’s hand
And given from above to man
Who am I

If you’ll open up your eyes and ears
You’ll see Him as he draws you near
And hear His gentle voice say
I Love you