Distant Vistas
Distant Vistas
Painted mountains,
and art show peaks;
God’s hand in every stroke…
The canvas alive,
and moving.
The sweetness of perfection,
the honesty of reality;
“All” in reverence of… in awe of!
The Creator’s…
skill and power,
His majesty and His grace.
overwhelming and consuming,
boundless and beautiful.
The very act of prayer,
and subjugation…
only a small portion of
the debt due and
completely un-payable.
My only hope,
my Lord, Monarch and Sovereign.
the blood of the Lamb.
I am small, no more than a dot…
Barely upon the paper,
lint upon the page.
Yet the grandeur of the King…
is seen…
in every detail.
Grateful am I,
that He bothers with me.
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