Flowers splash with color, Perfect treasures of art.
More than a feast for the eyes, Their beauty reaches the heart.
The sunset is a painting, Far beyond all works of men.
And it also speaks of hope, To all who will stop and listen.
All of nature is a gift, Waiting to be unraveled,
Filled with hidden roads for souls, That are ready to be traveled.
And behind this beauty there is: Someone at the heart of it all.
Behold! There stands the Creator, Waiting for us to hear His call!
[Benjamin Graber]
Colossians 1:16-17 … For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by him, and for him: And he is before all things, and by him all things consist.
John 3:8 … The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.
Revelation 4:11 … Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created. ♥
