On Monday, the Lord held the paintbrush in His expert hand...
It was time to add clouds onto the blue of the sky...
With a steady hand...
He applied gentle pressure, and pulled a little white, across the blue... in looong sweeping lines...
Today the canvas of the sky would look like this, all day long...
and the beauty of the heavens would be plain to see, for all who cared to look...
and the beauty of the heavens would be plain to see, for all who cared to look...
On Tuesday, the Lord held the paintbrush of the sky in His expert hand...
It was time once more, to give the heavens, something lovely to hold...
With a steady hand...
He dipped the brush into living water...
and confidently smudged white onto the blue...
Today the clouds upon the canvas of the sky... would look like a priceless water painting all day long...plain to see, for all who cared to look...
On Wednesday, the Lord stood ready once more, paintbrush in hand...
He began early ... and it soon became apparent that...
He had chosen to conceal the whole of the blue...
hidden...for just a while...
He began early ... and it soon became apparent that...
He had chosen to conceal the whole of the blue...
hidden...for just a while...
With bold strokes he painted away the blues...
Light greys and darker ones too became,
His masterpiece for today...
Although this was not as breathtaking a sky as before...
and i would not be able to see the sun set...
These were still special clouds...
The Lord had filled them with life giving water...
which fell down to be soaked up by the thirsty earth... at exactly the appointed time...
And the beauty [that only rain water brings] will surly follow...
Light greys and darker ones too became,
His masterpiece for today...
Although this was not as breathtaking a sky as before...
and i would not be able to see the sun set...
These were still special clouds...
The Lord had filled them with life giving water...
which fell down to be soaked up by the thirsty earth... at exactly the appointed time...
And the beauty [that only rain water brings] will surly follow...
just as sure as the sun rises and sets and the tides ebb and flow.
Post Script
On the early morning school run on Monday i had commented to Bianca-Leigh that the sky looked so beautiful to me...
Like God had painted those long sweeping lines of clouds with a paintbrush... for that is exactly how the clouds appeared...like they were being pulled across the sky and off to one side...
They stayed that way all day and every time i got into my car [which happens often] i was struck anew by the beauty of it all.
Tuesday saw me saying to her that today God had dipped His brush into water and smudged the clouds into place...like a water painting of white on blue... now there were no lines... in their place... familiar looking clouds hung on the horizon of the heavens...
Wednesday we awoke to grey skies...and later the rain that began to fall...
For me ... the heavens and nature proclaim His glory... every day... for all to see.
I am only sorry that i was not able to take any photos.
Post Script
On the early morning school run on Monday i had commented to Bianca-Leigh that the sky looked so beautiful to me...
Like God had painted those long sweeping lines of clouds with a paintbrush... for that is exactly how the clouds appeared...like they were being pulled across the sky and off to one side...
They stayed that way all day and every time i got into my car [which happens often] i was struck anew by the beauty of it all.
Tuesday saw me saying to her that today God had dipped His brush into water and smudged the clouds into place...like a water painting of white on blue... now there were no lines... in their place... familiar looking clouds hung on the horizon of the heavens...
Wednesday we awoke to grey skies...and later the rain that began to fall...
For me ... the heavens and nature proclaim His glory... every day... for all to see.
I am only sorry that i was not able to take any photos.
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