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God's Paint Brush

No words or art can do full justice to God’s sun, mountains, forests, prairies, or oceans. Mortals try to capture it. Some come mighty close, but the glorious majestic feelings that surround us conjured up by the ultimate master far surpasses anything we can duplicate or describe. Photographs are flat representation. Nothing can bring the feelings of awe to the surface As quickly as the real deal. When we really look at what has been created for us to Admire and enjoy, natural appreciative feelings spring out Of us in all kinds of directions. Feelings we cannot name With justice. God’s world Must be lived and felt As it unfolds in front of us To be fully appreciated. Some of us aspire to Describe or capture The reverence and awe, but neither can be replicated or duplicated By a mere Mortal.

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