Painter of the Sky

PAINTER OF THE SKY Before the beginning of all creations you were You wove the very foundations to be seemingly fair Everything stood firm and still You did this by the words your mouths fill. Seven centuries you took to paint Man and birds and bears breathing your air without any faint You called the Milky Way into being Separating day from night since it was not so mean. You called the waters to expanse from the land All because you had in mind an eternal life planned Yet the shadows of the Near East called you a myth Walking in so great darkness and filth. Darwin and those who make your words ineffective by their traditions Hiding in their so called specimen and sample conditions So I asked them to look at the sky and tell me If it came by chance or free. Let science say your colors were just cosmic conditions Or there is a Painter of the sky who chose his colors without any fixations From Kuwornu to Da Vinci no art can compare To the void less nature of the earth you tear. The blossom blooming blue skies Where the flying creature flies Tell me, if you know who ornamented the clouds with such garment adorning And opened the storehouses of the snow to stop you from too much warming. In your darkening council you speak words with no knowledge You should have known it is all His privilege That man will know and understand And give account on the day all will stand. In the presence of the great Painter of the skies Judging generations whom with Him never made any ties But will see face to face the Turner of years Whom all will witness with such great horror and fears.