The Artist
He paitently paints the flowers
At the beginning of each day
His touch supplies the beauty
That makes them look that way
He colors every rainbow
Then hangs them in the sky
And brightens up the sunshine
As morning's drawing nigh
He shines the moon and stars
To keep them burning bright
He ready's them for the darkness
To cast His guiding light
His brush creates the ripples
On the rivers and the lakes
He seeks to paint perfection
No matter what it takes
The world has been His canvas
From the moment time began
And we become His Masterpiece
When in the Father's Hand
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