...watch the Potters hand
moving in and through the clay, a vessel not yet born
moving in and through the clay, a vessel not yet born
through His gift transformed...
into a thing of beauty
do you love the way
a summer sunset’s painted on the sky
or how the eagle dances when he flies
and if you find you’re silenced
by the beauty that surrounds us
wait until you meet the Artist
you come from a secret place
where fear and wonder meet
woven together
in the image of our Maker
you are His masterpiece
do you love to hear the poetry of a mother’s lullaby
or the music in a newborn babies cry
and if you find you’re humbled by the beauty that surrounds us
wait until you meet the Artist
do you love the way
a summer sunset’s painted on the sky
or the music in a newborn babies cry
and if you find you’re humbled
by the beauty that surrounds us
wait until you meet the Artist
Oh, Lord...
I so look forward to the day when I will finally see You.
The one who...
imagined a porcupine
painted the mountains, forests, oceans...my face
created the delicacy of a flower and the majesty of a canyon
All that I see was done by the work of your hands. And if the beauty of this broken world is any indication of how lovely You are, I am breathless just thinking about it.
Thank you for these little glimpses...these little whispers of Who You Are.
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