He who capped the mountains white
and laced the crashing seas.
He who created twinkling stars—
graced butterflies and bees.
If he can paint a morning canvas
and embellish the evening sky,
Why wouldn’t his poetic pen
this soul edify?
by Patty Perkins
The poetry of scripture shouldn’t surprise me, but it does. It’s his artistic pen swirling—his inspired word full of beautiful:
Psalm 65:8 “…where morning dawns and evening fades you call forth songs of joy.”*
There is God. In creation, in the word and in song—penetrating the souls of man.
*The One Year Bible, March 22, NIV, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.
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